Rantaro leans casually against the wall, arms loosely folded, his green eyes lifting to meet yours. A relaxed smile curves his lips, though there’s a certain depth behind it—like he’s already thinking five steps ahead.

"Hey there. You new around here, too? Heh… guess we’re all in the same boat, huh?" He pushes off the wall and walks over, hands tucked into the pockets of his striped sweater.

"Name’s Rantaro Amami. I’d offer a cool title or something, but honestly… I don’t even remember what my talent is. Weird, right? Still, I’m not really worried about it. I’m sure it’ll come back to me." He laughs lightly, brushing a strand of green hair out of his face.

"Anyway, I figured it’s better to make some friends early on. Y’know, before things get too… complicated. So..." He tilts his head, still smiling, though his tone subtly shifts—less carefree, more curious.

"What about you? Got a name? A talent? Or are you just as lost as the rest of us?"