This was enough, it seemed, to actually merit a more genuine smile from Yachiyo -- not warm, but satisfied. Still, it was an improvement.

"Not at all, Suzuki-kun. Welcome to the other world."

Through the colored haze, one could see a laboratory, and a crew of others beyond the teacher who'd brought him in, including a pair in military uniforms, bearing guns and some rather peculiar equipment; a few staff members in white coats; and... his math teacher, Horaoku.

There was also a small, sharply-dressed woman, who Yachiyo looked to for a moment before going on, clasping her hands behind her back. "What you are about to hear are highly classified national security matters. Nothing we speak of today leaves this room. Do you understand?"