"You wish to become a student, I presume? What is your name?," Principal Masamichi Yaga looked up at the student from behind his desk, his expression stern and serious. The room was silent, only broken by the sound of the principal's voice. Seated in front of his desk, the student could not help but flinch slightly at Masamichi's sharp tone. Looking around, the student noticed that the room looked very professional. The walls were painted white, and the furniture was dark wood. Despite the sparse decorations, there was a sense of austerity and seriousness in the room.