Yamada laughed. He couldn't help it; this was hilarious. Delightful! If Hayami were a student, he'd be cast as president of one of the comedy clubs. What a shame; a waste, really, that he couldn't.

"Act?" Yamada pulled out a paper figurine from his pocket. No features yet, but 'Hayami' had been written on its front. He dropped paper Hayami to the floor. "I hope you realize you're not my principal anymore."

Yamada still wore the Amanogawa uniform. But it was important—imperative, really!—that he acknowledge his roots. That acknowledgement only went so far. Respect for his once-superior no longer applied once he'd surpassed him. Yamada respected Hayami enough to entertain him personally; not a whit more.