All right! Time for the every day speech of their dear president Chinatsu! Yaaaay.... Not really. Eiyuu lifted himself from the seat he was in and let out a heavy sigh. He ached for a fight, yes, but why the hell should they go all the way to the stadium!? It was a waste of time and resources, why couldn't she give her speech through the intercoms? Well, nothing he could do about it, honest. He preferred eating like a king while he played rather than defying the girl that called herself the 'Queen' of the school. Or at least, that's how Eiyuu saw her. Welp, he'd better hurry before they thought of him as a traitor. The disciplinary committee and just about anyone in general were so paranoid that they thought being late was an act of defiance. 

He took his controller from the table and started walking towards the stadium. Or he would have done so, had it not been for his butter fingers that made his controller slip from his hands and him throwing himself to the ground to catch it. It almost seemed as if he was going in slow motion as he flew to catch the controller that slipped from his hands. [B]"Noooo!"[/B] Sounding way more fired up than most times, upon catching the controller mid air, he rolled through the ground and kept it tightly against himself. 

He then stood up and let out a relieved sigh when he saw that his controller had no major damage on it. Well, it was a relief. The first one was (probably) really expensive. He took good care of it, regardless, as there was no visible dent on it, as well as no kind of damage to the paint of it in the buttons. It was hard to tell whether it was used a lot or not. Regardless, Eiyuu decided to store it in the special pack inside his jacket that was somewhat of a norm in the video game club. That way, everyone would be able to carry their own controllers everywhere with them. 

Eiyuu made his way to the stadium along with everyone else. [color=82ca9d]"My, I hope the speech is as impressing as always. Well, knowing Chinatsu...-sama, I'm pretty sure it will, anyhow."[/color] He said, to whoever was standing beside him. He didn't really care for some small talk, it'd help him get things off his head, since he couldn't use his controller anyway. Last time, someone threatened him to stick something up his you-know-what. 

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As many others, Io had already made her way outside, followed by her extremely big gang of Yakuza thugs. She made her way towards the stadium, but of course, 'trash', like her wasn't the type to be in those kinds of things. Besides, watching the whole speech with that bitch Chinatsu would merely piss her off. Then, she decided to go watch it through the panorama view of the school, though she had to live her gang in there. Maybe if they made a circle in which the center could be hardly seen, people would actually think that Io was still there. 

[color=ed145b]"Bastards... get around me....!"[/color] She ordered them and they did just as they were ordered to. Surrounding her, Io was soon out of sight from everyone else, or maybe someone could see her head full of straight black hair if they got in their tiptoes perhaps. Regardless, Io took her katana out of its sheath and slashed the floor below her, using her ability and stepping into the rift she just created. She couldn't care less about what the disciplinary guys had to say about it, to be honest, and it wasn't as if anyone could see what she had done anyway. 

She soon jumped out and was now in the rooftop. [color=ed145b]"Perfect...."[/color] She simply said, before settling down there, while hugging her katana, to watch everything from a hawk's point of view. It should be more entertaining and she would be able to jump faster into action if she could see everything from there. She hoped, at the very least.