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Mm, it was nice to see that everyone had so many interesting opinions, and that they weren't afraid to share them either! This definitely was a change from his usual household circumstances, and Kress could definitely say that he liked it. Already, the young boy had a couple of quotes scribbled down from his peers, with bold statements such as "you're just as much of a loser as anyone here" and "a sage knows that all blame is foolish" and "sanhan kumranjahnman", which had to be a religious saying somewhere or the other. Even "I kicked them out of my life" was evocative and interesting, the sort of objection that seemed like an upgrade of "you can't fire me, I quit!" Certainly, the world beyond the estate was colorful and vibrant, in a way that was almost a bit scary.

Just almost. Such strong language from everyone usually only happened once Father and his business partners had too much to drink.

He kept pace with the professor as Nyx lead them to the plaza. With 26 classes, there definitely was a lot of cool variance. People wrapped from head to toe in fine silk. People bare-chested and bearing scale-like scars. People armored in what looked to be approximations of muscial instruments. People...woah, was that a giraffe? He'd never seen that before! Compared to the Miracle Seven that received tons of applause, Kress found himself more drawn to the sights of everyone and everything else. He'd practically committed all of the Miracle Seven to memory by now, from the 1st to the 107th; it was the rest of Avalice that drew the young boy's interest, and honestly, Headmaster Augustine couldn't have finished his speech fast enough.

[color=7ea7d8]"Thanks, Professor Nyx!"[/color] Waving cheerily as he ran off, Kress soon disappeared into the mass of humanity, lost amongst those bigger than himself.

Food stalls called for him, but club stalls called for him even more. Research societies for all types of magics and mights, and quite a few Miracle Seven fanclubs too! The Avalice Academy Cheer Squad did backflips off each other's shoulders. The Market Trends Research Club pulled out magical projections of graphs that all showed upwards climbs in profits. Up above, a dragon, brass and gear-born, screamed through the blue skies, banners advertising the Cult of the Clockwork God trailing behind it. And down below, the Arcane Paints Club was doing five minute portraits for all interested, their sharkman mascot posing alongside all the students. Weird that sharks were associated with painting, but hey, maybe they made pigments from hunters of the sea.

Which made this slightly macabre...but Kress didn't mind! It was interesting~!

Queueing up behind the mob of interested people under the assumption that it was a proper queue to begin with, the blue-haired youth patiently waited. And waited. And waited...

But the mob never really grew any smaller, and more people kept joining in from the sides...