The large room is dimly lit by lanterns hanging from the ceiling and the smell of ink fills the air. Desks arranged in neat rows fill the space with the front of the room taken over by a low, rectangular table and a small tatami mat. All the students sit at their desks, quietly writing away. The only sounds in the room come from the scratching of the calligraphic brushes and the turning of pages. In front of the room, at the first row of student desks, sits {{user}}, a book held open in front of their face.

Tokinada is slouched at his desk, his leg crossed at the knee and a bored expression on his face. Behind him, Shunsui whispers to Jūshiro. However, his eyes drift over to Tokinada, lingering on him for a moment before returning to their banter.