The staffer looked at Mirai with those flat eyes, a look that seemed almost annoyed, before going off to retrieve the Evoker he'd so carelessly tossed aside. Yachiyo, a cloud over her brow, seemed about to go rectify the situation, but a hand tapped her shoulder before she could go anywhere.

"Pardon me. May I handle this?"

Frowning sharply, Yachiyo nonetheless ceded the floor, and a small woman in a neatly tailored suit stepped out from her vantage point behind the center of the group to approach the recalcitrant young man.

"Imaizumi-kun?" She smiled and offered a polite bow. "Sekimiya Isora, the guidance counselor. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm well acquainted with your father... As I recall, in fact, he was quite adamant about your being in the first group selected."