"Nagita, Makoto Nagita"

The forementioned Makoto straightened in his chair and raised his hand.
"Present"

The homeroom teacher moved onto the next name and Makoto relaxed back into his chair. This was his second year at Gunryo Academy and he'd only recently got his first battlechip, he'd had a chance, or so he told himself in the first year to get one but he'd messed up, he had to do better. Class 2-C was nice enough, Makoto was one of the few people with a battlechip in the class and so he'd pretty much been allowed to pick his own seat, he'd chosen a seat near the windows a few rows from the front, enough to show he was an attentive dedicated student, whilst giving him ample opportunity to drift off in his own thoughts if he wanted.