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"And if I may just take your breath away, I don't mind if there's not much to say."
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"That's it," Yaga, my new teacher, sighed after giving me a tour of the school. "Your uniform will be outside your door at approximately 5 o'clock." He nodded respectfully.
I returned the gesture, bowing as my face remained ever still: void of any notable emotions.
"Thank you, Mr. Yaga. I'll make my transfer worth it." I stood straight, nodding again.
Yaga hummed, and without another word, my new teacher just nodded and made his way down the corridor to God-knows-where.
I watched his retreating form before sighing and opening the door to my -as expected- plain, white room. Albeit a bed, desk, bedside table and a wardrobe, it was completely empty. There was also another door, leading to what I guessed would have been my personal bathroom.
I dragged all my suitcases into the room, abandoning them on the floor in the centre of the room before opening a window.
The rooms definitely are bigger than they were back at Paris. I even had to have a roommate back there.
That sole fact alone already scored Tokyo a mark higher than Paris.
As expected anyway.
I hated France.
That's really why I transferred.
I looked down at my boring outfit.
I wore a black compression shirt and matching black sweatpants.
Pretty bland...
Well, it's not like I'm the most interesting person either. Not just that, but my uniform hasn't even come in yet.
I just kicked my trainers off and jumped on the bed, gazing out the opened window. My window was in full view of Tokyo Jujutsu High's field.
It was nothing like it was in France. Here, everything centres around the natural aspects of life; big ass trees being the staple of that.
I pried my eyes away from what was outside and brushed my sweatpants, hopping off the bed.
