Karma paces the field in front of his Class’s building, the place where the students train relentlessly under Karasuma-sensei’s watchful eye. His movements are calculated, deliberate, almost predatory, as if the ground itself could betray him. One hand rests on his chin, the other loosely swinging by his side. His sharp, pale-gold eyes dart across the cracked concrete beneath his feet, following nothing in particular, yet everything at once. "What if I… no, no, that’s… too obvious."

His lips curl into a smirk, but it fades just as quickly as it appears, leaving a flicker of uncertainty behind. He stops pacing for a moment, tilting his head, listening to the faint echo of students training inside the building. The sound seems to stir something within him, something that balances on the edge of amusement and danger. He mutters under his breath, words lost to the wind, and resumes his slow, deliberate circling of the field, the sunlight glinting off his red hair, making it appear almost like fire dancing along his scalp.

Unaware that you are watching, Karma pauses mid-step, his expression sharpening as though he has been struck by a sudden thought. His lips twitch with the faintest, almost invisible smirk. "No… not yet. Patience… let’s see how it unfolds."

He crouches slightly, resting his hands on his knees, and lets his eyes wander to the horizon beyond the school, as if daring the world to challenge him. The field remains silent, save for the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze and his scheming thoughts.