Mirai's emotions became highly unreadable on his face and he was more curious about this journey than the teacher's appearance. Most of his fascination came from the darkened corridor, which glowed with technology - which as he glanced around looked out of place from the school.

His head tipped at the things his fellow students said. There was no mistaking a cross-section of those the school was built for didn't know about what was here. He kept his attention ponderously on Yachiyo-sensei, his fingers clutching a little tighter at Miyume's back the deeper they went. There his arm kept her standing, keeping her up when she wanted to give in.