S E N T I M E N T [Horibe Itona]

1: Unsettling

Asano Gakuho was a very cunning man and would do anything to get his hands upon what he wants, and currently there is a peculiar situation at hand. A transferee just after the school started, well it wouldn't matter much as it was only three weeks after the start of class and the arrival of someone inside his campus

"Ah, well I see Mr Asano." A very tired looking middle aged man sat on the opposite from the table from me, as he started laughing awkwardly.

"It was such a shame Mr. Lamia, but it seems like the child was lacking in the intellect that you thought they should have." The elusive man uttered as he gently crossed his fingers and placed his chin over, as he smirked at the said male making him very unsettled.

"Well, it seems Sakuma...-chan ... can't read Japanese... " the meek male said as the principal started to chuckle at the said situation.

"I guessed, she actually aced the Mathematics and English test, both of these didn't really use Japanese as a language. To test the mental capacity of the incoming enrollees of Kunugigaoka" the man then suddenly laughed and glanced at the meek male as he sweated before the intimidating gaze of the said man.

"Even without the proper education her wits doesn't match on her current age I'll give Sakuma-chan that." Gakuho muttered as he saw the man sweat a little as he properly took a look at him, he was wearing a pristine white suit almost that of a downy sheet of paper not a crease to be seen, as the man continued to break under his gaze his suit that matched his locks were becoming soaked from the tension he was feeling. Trying to meet his gaze only to fail as it seemed to dart from one place to another as the salmon – hues, they complemented the color of his hair.

Suddenly the man stood up and noticed that he was a head taller than him making him look like a lamppost. His built slightly lanky but given the nature of his job, he was built his shoulders broad and the way he stood up was straighter than a line, slowly reaching a hand towards the ruby-haired male.

"Well then I'm glad that Sakuma-chan can start here as soon as possible Mr. Asano" the meek male offered a smile towards the said man. "I was a bit worried that you won't accept late enrollees." He added as he chuckled awkwardly at the situation.

"Likewise" he said while shaking the outstretched arm with the same vigor that he grabbed it along with a smile forcefully stretched on his face. As he smirked at him for the last time "It's always a pleasure to work with the military."

Things made sense to the Ruby-haired male, as the man left. He was the soldier featured on the news, though the name was not said, his feats included, helping the destruction of another country after theirs; Praxon*, a small country situated within the borders of Great Britain. The foreign look, the structure of his body, along with the callous adorning his hand. It all made sense now, he was the said miracle soldier from japan that just returned.

Smiling as he thought of the girl that transferred to his school, glancing on her record.

Lamia Miuna, 14. Was all there is on the said profile nothing was placed on the other boxes, as a photo similar to a mugshot was on the designated photo holder of the piece of paper. Ebony locks trailed her form as they curled in uneven tones, her eyes were unlike any other. They were similar to a spiraling scarlet as if it could bore holes to the camera along with the placard placed on her neck, it was unsettling. Even for him, one of the most unsettling men in the field of business. It was unsettling

[*Praxon - Not a real place I just made it up, but if there's an instance that there IS a Praxon on Britain then hot damn.]