[center][u][b][h2][color=gray]Osamu Kenzo[/color][/h2][/b][/u][/center]
[right][hr][color=gray][b]Sapporo, Japan[/b]
Ishin Academy, April 7th[/color][hr][/right]
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This Wakako Tanegashima was clearly a nervous one. But that was to be expected, what with everyone being fresh and new to this school. Osamu was certainly not one to judge. Even he wondered sometimes how well he would adjust to his new environment, though his stoic demeanour would not betray it. He also found safety in the knowledge that of all the schools in Japan, this was the one best suited to his preferences. While UA may have been a prestigious school, he often believed it was responsible for creating the cavalier culture that had developed among Japan’s Heroes. His father believed much the same, but he had many more colourful ways of describing it. [i]’A disease of foreigners and the self-indulgent, if you’ll excuse me for the tautology!’[/i], as he had said in one speech. 

[color=gray]”I am from Aomori, Tanegashima-san.”[/color] Osamu responded to Wakako’s question. He would have gone on, but he was in no hurry to tie himself to his father too quickly. While he did not hate his father, he did not wish to invite discussion of his politics into his life if he did not have to. Having to answer for his father’s political speeches was not only tedious but also largely impossible. He could not speak for his father’s intentions.

[color=gray]”Seeing as your last name is Tanegashima, would I be correct to assume that you are-“[/color] He was about to link Wakako to her mother, the Warship Hero when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck. He looked back, stone faced as usual, to see if there were any clues as to what had happened, but he could not determine how or why this had happened.

He turned back to face Wakako, rubbing the back of his neck casually. [color=gray]”Alas, it would appear I have been the victim of some juvenile tomfoolery.”[/color] He told her plainly. He was less bothered by the act than he was at the fact that someone had wanted to waste their time in such a fashion. A student who derived joy from irritating and even hurting others was both a menace and a time waster. It would seem that Ishin was not immune to having such callow youths among its student body.

But for all the disapproval in Osamu’s head, his physical reaction was minimal at best. His typically stoic face definitely did not betray any real annoyance.