[center][h3][color=00aeef]Henri[/color] [/h3][/center]

[center][color=00aeef]La Trinidad de Manila Academy[/color][/center]

Henri watched as Director did his thing. He had to admit, it was an impressive feat. Now, while he admitted to have occasionally hoped for another power, Henri decided to keep his own. Leonidas, for all of its limits, was Still a rarity as far as NA powers went, and wasn't worth sacrificing. That plus, weird as it sounded, Henri had, in his own way, grown fond of the shield.

Listening to the choices made, Henri pondered whether or not the undecided would go for the rescue mission. Battles needed more men, but he wasn't sure if two would be enough for the other job. Now, there were Arms Masters, who could perform missions single-handedly, but they were very rare, and nothing was guaranteed in the unpredictable event of combat.

As the briefing ended, Henri rose up and gave a salute. Noble Arm or no Noble Arm, the director deserved the respect of a soldier.

[color=00aeef]"Might as well check, what sort of lunch they have"[/color] Thought Henri to himself as he left for cafeteria.

The food available was certainly diverse. A lot more than what was available in schools back in Belgium, when Henri was a kid. He couldn't say, if it was michelin level stuff, though. Henri had never been much of a gourmet.

Finally Henri ended up in front of something the text next to it referred to as Metsado. Certainly looked tasty, so Henri shrugged and decided to take some. 

Having settled down, Henri saw shadows moving close by. He prepared to advance, but it looked like there wasn't trouble yet. Henri nonetheless kept an eye on the situation, as he began his meal.