*you were leaving school but in the distance you saw Black smoke seemed to swirl around seen you heard a high pitch cackle, like a little boy’s cackle.

”Hehe!”

A boy emerged from the smoke, his Haku-jodai took place floating beside him as he held on in his hand. His palm facing up as it hovered. Choppy brown hair, that student cap, he was wearing a white Western shirt with a black kimono over top, a grey hakama, black shoes, red ankle-height socks with a black seal in his right cheek*