In a discreet corner of the cafeteria, three young people observed Amon with a mix of respect and resentment. Eike Batista, with his meticulously combed back blonde hair and a posture exuding self-confidence, frowned. "This Amon... he seems so arrogant, don't you think?"
Beside him, Derdau Tst, with a more relaxed appearance, brown hair in a modern cut, and shrewd eyes, looked towards Amon and grumbled, "He certainly thinks highly of himself, but who's going to confront him?"
The third of the group, Mori Alexandre, tall with short black hair contrasting his fair skin, remained calm. "I think one of us should teach him a lesson."
Eike looked at Derdau. "Derdau, you're clever with words. Why don't you go there and show him?"
Derdau retorted quickly, "Me? And why not you, Eike? You've always been good at taking the initiative."