Oh, it seems that the promise of have the Sunfire Valkyrie aid him in understanding the latest scientific studies available to the school has drawn forth another individual as well, the Scarred Falcon, Junko. It would appear that Yamaku's resident delinquent had also missed out on one of Mutou's more important classes, most likely because she was preparing for a war of her own. No doubt, the Yamaku Crips were going to have a turf war soon with another gang, most likely commandeered by some massive, tattooed, future yakuza with an acid-scarred face. She must have been asking for help on molecular sciences in order to sharpen her Mach Lightning Blaze Knuckles, upgrading them into Phantom Mach Lightning Blaze Knuckles capable of doing supersonic precision strikes at the accuracy of singular molecules. If it wasn't for the fact that he had to master the Seventh Secret Art of the Thousand Stars, he would have gladly offered to join her crusade, if only to see a new legendary banchou be born in Yamaku High.

But he brought himself out of his fiction once more, just to nod and smile at her response. And going to the library as well! What an excellent idea! It had been some time since he finished his last stack of light novels, and he could do some multitasking, getting a new stack today. That series about the Empty Box and the Zeroth Maria seemed especially appealing, but from what he had read, it appeared that the author was a lazy bum who took forever to write anything. For a moment, Jay had almost forgotten that there were notes to be read, but he slapped his cheeks and focused once more, his red eyes flashing with unbreakable concentration.

He will read the notes...and learn it!

Some time later, the trio that easily attracted the most attention in Yamaku arrived at the library, right as the librarian herself shrunk in their presence, no doubt awed by their presence. The Sage of Aegis, though new to her honorable position, was still an admirable person, and Jay looked at her straight in the eyes and smiled.

She shrunk away further. His demonblood still inspired fear, didn't it?

Sitting down on one of the oval-shaped wooden tables, complete with similarly rustic wooden chairs, Jay leaned his bookbag beside his feet, took out his pencil case and notebook, both items that were crafted with much difficulty after slaying the 500 year old proto-dragon, Igna-Tariz. Flicking open Sakura's own notebook, Jay spent two minutes reading her neat, if not terse, notes, before promptly being distracted by her doodling. 

Ah, that was a nice addition. The imposing Sunfire Valkyrie was also a patron of the arts, a warrior maiden who indulged in the highly-contrasting hobby of drawing in order to relax after surviving another bloody battle with the demonic hordes. That sounded quite good, actually. He'd have to remember that. And her drawings seemed to be of another world as well, or perhaps...of multiple worlds? Impressive. To think that Sakura was a being capable of comprehending and creating multiple planes of existence, without having to use the concept of 'sleeping' as a gateway to them! Drumming his pencil energetically on the wooden table as he entertained that idea, Jay only realized that he had gotten off track after he had already scribbled down two pages describing the artistic skill of the Sunfire Valkyrie, as well as the deep, psychological and magical reason behind why she did so.

Then, just as he forced himself back to work, Junko offered Pocky. Sure, it might not have been for him, but he was Japanese, and Pocky was a god.

[b]“Thank you very much,”[/b] he said, snatching one of those chocolate-covered biscuit sticks before the Scarred Falcon could do anything, [b]“and hey, Kushuda-san, I never thought that you were a patron of the pencilled arts. Is this something you picked up recently?”[/b]

And with that, he turned the notebook over to show Junko as well, pointing out a rather...questionable doodle featuring two male classmates.