CLASS 3-2*

Bored. That was one word you could use to describe how Budo was feeling right now. He wanted to get out of this cramped classroom and watch over his club members in the Zen gardens, but he would have to wait a while for that.

He watched the clock tick, the seconds hand moving speedily, with the hour hand at a standstill. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, avoiding his bandana before glancing up at the teacher, who was yapping non-stop.

Wait... Did he hear that right? An exchange student? Who was going to be in his class? Wow. He was intrigued now.

Budo's hand shot up, catching the teacher off guard. When he was called upon, he smiled faintly and asked his question.

— What's their name?