The agency that took Keigo into care was reluctant to send him to school for a long time, but they still thought a little social skill would be useful for the future hero.

Keigo crossed the school threshold, clutching his little stuffed animal to his chest. In his entire nine years of life, Keigo had never seen so many people in one place. Two classes passed, and recess rang. Everyone was playing with each other, and he, too, had managed to make a few friends. He walked to the playground and stopped when he saw you on the swings.