Prologue Pt. 6:

I turned to see a man writing on a yellow notepad. He was in a white lab coat and wore blue latex gloves. I personally couldn't imagine having gloves be a comfortable part of an everyday fashion choice, but maybe this guy had been around long enough to know how many germs lingered around in the world.

I approached him to discuss this, but he turned around and beat me to the punch, "Hey, kid. Listen, nothing suspicious is going on here. I'm just outlining the details of everyone here in case someone gets hurt."

The old-fashioned Eastern black haircut with the sharp glasses basically confirmed that this guy knew his stuff. I intriguingly replied, "Isn't that a bit prepatory?"

"Listen, kid, I've seen and been through a lot to get where I am. Especially with what happened in the lobby, it's best to be mindful at all times. As for me, I'm Wakuri Yoshimitsu, the Ultimate Surgeon. How about you?"

"I'm Osada Mutsohito, the Ultimate Logician. Anyways, I don't think you have to keep calling me 'kid'. We're all pretty much the same age."

"I apologize if you think I'm insulting your maturity. But trust me, kid, I know you feel much younger and spry than I. Everyone here does, well, perhaps with the exception of Wakao."

"What?" His mention of Wakao of all people was sudden.

Wakuri answered, "Whenever I looked at him and talked to him, there was something about his demeanor that was revealing… I can't really put a finger on why, though. Right now, it's purely speculation. I'll speak to you later, kid."

"And to you, too." I felt Wakuri was unintentionally condescending, but I can understand his point. I have no idea what his life had been like, so maybe the stuff he had been through really made him feel tired and old.

I next caught up on a couple of students chatting. They've been noticeably inseparable since I got to the stadium, but the pairing couldn't be more bizarre. One of the pairing was a black man who was fairly tall. He had a smooth haircut and wore a nicely fit, formal apparel. Unlike Todd's formal wear, the man sported a black bowtie rather than a traditional tie. His most conspicuous feature was an instrument case strapped over his shoulder. The other half of the pairing was a very short woman with blue pigtails and a flimsy dress in various intensities of blue. Despite the consistent flow of her outfit, she was wearing cheap flip-flops for shoes.

As I was getting ready to introduce, or interrogate, them, the woman directed her attention at me with a strikingly youthful tone, "Don't you dare try to do anything to my prince! I am not above killing you right here and now to protect him!"

I pleaded, "W-what are you talking about?"

The man chuckled and calmly spoke, "There's no need to rustle your feathers over me, lady. This gentleman is probably just coming over to say hello."

I said, "Yeah, that's right. Everything's good."

The woman reluctantly backed down, "As long as my prince says so, you are free to speak with him."

Baffled, I said, "Thanks," and walked over to the man.

He stated, "My sincerest apologizes for all of that. Sometimes unexpected loyalty comes with its quirks and qualms."

"Right, although your case seems pretty serious."

"I wouldn't say it's more serious than barreling hurricane, but I respect your observation. My name's Ide Fuijo, and I am known as the Ultimate Violinist. My philosophy behind playing music is: if the note strikes cords with the hearts of the most experienced listeners, then it's ready to play."

"Hm. That sounds like you balance emotional and melodic weight with your playing. Do you ever find that difficult?"

"Now that I've practiced all of the most famous compositions like the back of my hand, the core drive behind my works are my own life experiences, so I surely concur with that assessment."

Suddenly, the blue-haired woman butted into our conversation and turned towards Ide, "I heard the word 'ass'! Does that mean you're going to play with mine later?"

Ide justifiably blushed at such a crass statement and answered, "No, dear lady! I am deeply sorry for encouraging that course of action."

She responded, "Aww, I'll get my prince next time!" She then pointed her finger and looked at me, "Anyways, who's the dorky kid over here?"

I introduced myself, albeit reluctantly, "I'm Osada Mutsohito, the Ultimate Logician."

"Dah, typical nerdy stuff. How lame, especially when you could have a talent as cool as mine! I'm Yajima Mayumi, the Ultimate Music Producer!"

Ide re-entered the conversation, "Ms. Mayumi, I believe his talent is likely more of general use than yours is. This I am fairly sure of."

Yajima fussed, "Awwww! I suppose if my prince says my talent's worse, than I guess it's true, but don't think I'll shut my eagle eye over you!"

I sighed and said, "Understood. You two have a nice day, afternoon, or whatever it is now."

Ide said, "Take care, mister."

What an amazing clash of personalities. Ide must have the patience of a saint to even bother talking to Yajima, let alone hang out with her, but I suppose that sort of patience is what a real gentleman possesses.

A few seconds after I left the conversation with those two, I heard a familiar voice coming from behind me, "So what's the advantage in skipping me?"

I turned around to find the rude woman from the first conversation at the stadium. She wore a black Japanese school uniform and black hair with a braid. Her pale skin tone contrasted heavily with the rest of her figure, putting more focus on her facial features. What I currently saw in those features, however, was a slanted gaze of disapproval.

She bluntly stated, "You're just wasting time by doing so. Well, your woes in efficiency are well suited for somebody who goes out in that dogshit everyday. My God, what a fucking mess."

Tired of hearing her passive-aggressive mockery, I interrupted her monologue, "Can you just introduce yourself, please? I'm Osada Mutsohito, the Ultimate Logician."

"That wasn't a convincing delivery at all, but I suppose I have to share something with you fuckwits. My name's Kure Yukika and I'm the Ultimate Critic. Don't you fucking dare say that my Ultimate's appropriate. I get enough pieces of shit letting me know that on the fucking daily." Speechless, I let her continue, "And it looks like I'm carrying a conversation with a lowlife once again. All anyone ever does around here is blabbermouth away their fucking problems for everything to be fine without every facing them squarely, but then when they get to me, they have nothing else to add. It's fucking pathetic."

I finally came up with something to say, "Well, that's one perspective on socialization."

She quickly responded, "And it's the only one."

We both then stood still for a couple of seconds and she then said, "Well, I guess you can leave now. I'll probably have to speak with you dipshits again at some point." She then left with a final groan. If I'll give her credit for anything she said or did, that single groan pretty much capped off the conversation perfectly.

I looked around for anyone else to introduce myself to, but the only students I initially saw were those I had covered already. However, I managed to catch one more student in the very back corner of the stadium near the stage. He was sitting on the ground drawing uncharacteristic shapes in the ground with his hands. As for his appearance, he was a blonde-haired man that was fairly skinny and slightly shorter than I was. He wore a black and yellow striped hoodie with a headband that had a pair of plastic insect antennas sticking out of it. He also wore black sweatpants and gold sneakers. The whole scene was… peculiar, to say the least.

Not knowing exactly how to start off a conversation with a guy like this I initially gave a simple "Hello. I'm Osada Mutsohito, the Ultimate Logician. What's your name?" spiel.

What I got in return was terrifying.

He stood up, came to my side and muttered next to my ear, "Kabuto Minoru, the Ultimate Beekeeper. Prepare to enjoy yourself here. If you don't, however, don't fret. You won't be here much longer," He then gave a slight snicker as he left my side.

Perhaps it was fitting that the end of this craziness left me more shaken up than ever before. Before I succumbed to greater heights of fear, I went to get together with everyone else to clear the air.