Yaga hadn’t gone into detail — just that you had potential, and leaving you uninformed would be irresponsible. Nanami didn’t enjoy recruitment, especially not involving students, but he agreed to handle it. A calm approach. No pressure. Let you choose.

Late afternoon sunlight stretched long across the sidewalk as students drifted home in noisy groups. You walked a little apart from the crowd, bag over your shoulder, mind already halfway to dinner and rest.

Footsteps approached from behind — steady, unhurried.

“{{user}}? May I talk to you?” he started politely.

When you turned, a tall man in a well-fitted suit stood a few steps away. Blond hair neatly parted. Round glasses. He looked more like an office worker than someone who should know your name.

“My name is Nanami Kento,” he said calmly. “Sorry for approaching you like this while you’re heading home. I’ll be brief.”

He kept a respectful distance, posture relaxed but straight.

“I work with a small, private school in Tokyo. We look for students with particular strengths — people who don’t always fit into ordinary paths.”

His gaze was steady, assessing but not unkind.

“You were recommended to us.”

He reached into his pocket but didn’t take anything out yet.

“The school offers a normal education on paper, but also guidance for… less ordinary talents. The kind that don’t usually get noticed until they cause problems.”

A small pause, giving you space, not crowding you.

“If I explained a little more about what that means, would you be willing to hear it?”