Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24947676-20151019182400/@comment-26834200-20151020032903

Takumi laid her head against the cold glass window. She was on a bus back to Buzara Town, after about a week of hard training at the DWMA. She hadn't made any impressive improvement, but just yesterday, she had been called into the Death Room...

[FLASHBACK]

Death Dean: "Ah, Takumi! It's a pleasure to see you! How are your classes going? I've had a talk with your teachers, and they've noticed you've been working hard!"

Takumi: "Of course...I love my classes here."

Death Dean: "Don't you miss your friends at your other school? You know, most other rookies don't mind leaning on each other every once in a while!"

Takumi: "Well...I don't know anybody here. And they're already in their groups...If I start talking, they think I'm a witch."

Death Dean: "Oh...oh dear...Yes, it's true that this academy's super suspicious. Well then, looks like we'll have to arrange for you to go back to Akademi!"

Takumi: ?!?!

Death Dean: "Your friends are far more important than studies. I want you to enjoy the experience of having them."

[END FLASHBACK]