Chapitre 8: Head Director
Soma was on his bike, whizzing by the large campus as he read the next part of his personal agenda that came along with the uniform. Checking his phone, it read that it was currently 8:26. Huh.
Glancing, Soma navigated his way towards a pretty lavish building, easily towering over all, if not, many of the buildings in sight.
Soma waddled towards the building, and after further asking around, found himself seated yet again, this time in front of a old looking man.
The man was dressed in a robe, as his white hair extended far past his head. He also had a full amount of facial hair, and to Soma's secret delight, a killer scar, like his. This, was Senzaemon Nakiri. The Head Director of Totsuki.
"It's a pleasure to see you again, Soma-kun." The old man spoke, gentle yet authoritative as he addressed the son of Asura.
"Yeah, you too old man." Soma said cheekily, smiling as Senzaemon cracked a smile.
"Quite. Now, I take you haven't spoken to Erina yet?" Senzaemon asked, as an aide whispered something to his ear.
"I didn't even see her at the entrance ceremony… which I pretty much forcibly cut short." Soma said, sheepishly as he rubbed his nose.
"So I've heard. A young man with a few words, aren't you my boy?" Senzaemon replied, the aide had exited the room a while before.
"It's not that… just that I don't have much to say about the transfer exam. It was short and sweet, no pomp and circumstance, y'know?" Soma returned, wiping his hands on his pants.
"Anyway, what's this about ojou-chan?" Soma asked, curious about what the old man had said earlier about not speaking to her yet.
"I see Jouichirou passed his mannerisms to you too." Senzaemon said. "Hmph, he was a troublesome student here when he attended. Anyway, if you haven't spoken to Erina yet, then I need not say more." Senzaemon said with a glint in his eye. "You'll find out soon today."
With that, the old man shooed Soma away with a hand, and taking that as his cue to leave, he waved back as he closed the door.
Soma re-emerged outside the building, scratching an itchy spot on his eyebrow before looking at the next item of his agenda.
Find a dorm to live in. In the name was Polar Star seemingly written with a pen.
Not really putting any thought behind it, Soma set out to find the Polar Star Dormitories.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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