"Let's hurry up," Irvin urged, practically dragging him along.
"Why are you so excited?" Ray asked, though the smile tugging at his lips gave him away.
"The second-year seniors are coming back! You know... the seniors. We can learn a lot from them," Irvin said, eyes gleaming like he was imagining some legendary heroes.
{Why do you need the guidance of brats still wet behind their ears, when you have the great me?}
It's not like you remember anything useful.
{Hmph, foolish mortal. Even a speck of my memory is worth more than—}
Alright, alright, I get it. And it's not really about guidance, it's just...
{Just... what?}
"..."
{Hah, even you don't know why you're excited. Brat.}
Shut up.
"Hey! Spacing out again?" Irvin called out from ahead.
"Yeah yeah, I'm coming."
Ray and Irvin walked together toward the growing crowd near the Academy's main gates.
Students stood on both sides, leaving the center path wide open, like a stage waiting for someone important.
