[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/8OhIRJC.png[/img][/center][hr]As it turns out, Isana would be the next one to arrive at the appointed room, coming in as soon as she was done with her regular class duties for the day. Her arrival didn't have any matter of flare or pizzazz to it, just the dull sound of well-mannered, somewhat graceful footsteps hitting the creaking the floorboards until she made her way in, after making her presence known with a knock on the old semi-derelict door.

As soon as she came in, she bowed respectfully as her eyes darted through the other occupants of the room. One them was clearly their instructor, and the other one of her peers, who didn't strike a good first impression for her—evidenced by the sharp glare she threw at him—given his delinquent-like attire and behavior.

[color=saddlebrown][b]"I'm Isana Fujiwara, it's an honor to be under your presence,"[/b][/color] she said, introducing herself in a curt, yet polite way.

[color=saddlebrown][b]"I take it that you are our instructor, right mister Kazama? I'm honored to have the opportunity to learn from such a distinguished member of our community."[/b][/color]

[color=saddlebrown][b]"Before we proceed, or anyone else arrives, would you allow us to begin cleaning this room? It's unbefitting to conduct our activities in such an unorganized space,"[/b][/color] Isana asked, volunteering both herself and the other student for the task without even asking for his opinion. After all, cleaning up and maintaining the rooms was the least responsibility a student had to bother with.[hr]