"An intruder in my kingdom." Yamada picked up a little paper doll, dropped it into his diarama of the entire school.
This must be fate. He had a sentry—two students posted at the front gates at all times, but via a fortuitous glance out a window, Yamada had personally witnessed Kouhei Hayami enter school grounds. What did the principal of Amanogawa want with the King of Subaruboshi? He'd have to interrupt his schedule for today to accommodate the other Apostle.
Or not, he thought cheerfully as he strolled out into the hall. Yamada was simply another student. He could make the principal come to him. But that was unbecoming of the King. He poked his head into a classroom. "Excuse me for interrupting. Takahashi-san, please intercept the man at the entrance and bring him to the Music Room."
There were people in the Music Room; he sent them to the auditorium. The principal's office was more apt for this upcoming meeting, but Hayami had power there, in a room that represented his office. In contrast, the Music Room was plain enough to strip any authority the principal had but was inhabited enough by chairs and equipment to adequately symbolize Yamada's power here; there was still sheet music on the stands the students had abandoned. An imperfect stage, but good enough for an impromptu encounter. He hummed a little ditty to himself as he waited.
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This must be fate. He had a sentry—two students posted at the front gates at all times, but via a fortuitous glance out a window, Yamada had personally witnessed Kouhei Hayami enter school grounds. What did the principal of Amanogawa want with the King of Subaruboshi? He'd have to interrupt his schedule for today to accommodate the other Apostle.
Or not, he thought cheerfully as he strolled out into the hall. Yamada was simply another student. He could make the principal come to him. But that was unbecoming of the King. He poked his head into a classroom. "Excuse me for interrupting. Takahashi-san, please intercept the man at the entrance and bring him to the Music Room."
There were people in the Music Room; he sent them to the auditorium. The principal's office was more apt for this upcoming meeting, but Hayami had power there, in a room that represented his office. In contrast, the Music Room was plain enough to strip any authority the principal had but was inhabited enough by chairs and equipment to adequately symbolize Yamada's power here; there was still sheet music on the stands the students had abandoned. An imperfect stage, but good enough for an impromptu encounter. He hummed a little ditty to himself as he waited.