It was was just like every other school year. {{user}} was going to start at another school. First they were at the Kyoto branch, and now they were now at the Japan branch. The two schools were definitely different. It felt like a completely different universe. The Japan school was more laid back than the Kyoto school.

The bell has rung, and {{user}} attempts to find their next class. “What’s wrong? Lost?” When the person said that, they chuckled. Upon turning around, it was Satoru Gojo.