He stood alone in the void of space. Above him stood the pitiless moon, its brilliant radiance casting a million shadows. As he looked upwards strange words echoed inside his head. "It may be possible now, with this newfound power... You may be able to defeat the one who cannot be defeated." A blue butterfly was the last thing that he saw before the world went dark.
The sound of familiar music roused him from his slumber and he reached up to find headphones over his ears. He had apparently slept slumped over a desk and his body felt stiff from the uncomfortable position. Apparently he was sleeping in a classroom, although he had no idea why since he had graduated…
A massive pain split open his head as he realised that he couldn't remember actually graduating. In fact he couldn't remember ever going to school at all. His mind was blank and fuzzy and any image that he saw was blinked away. Finally after a few moments his beleaguered brain coughed up something concrete.
"Minato Arisato," he said savouring the word and finding it to his liking. The name fit him like a glove and he was certain that he had worn it for a long time. The term Ultimate Therapist also came, but this time he was sure that he had worn it far less time, perhaps only a year or…
Pain shot through his mind when he tried to probe further and so he reluctantly relinquished his attempt to plunge the depths of his mind, instead choosing to examine the inside of the classroom. With the cameras on the walls and the steel beams over the windows it looked more like a prison than an actual school and he wondered just what crime he had committed to be sent here. A slip of paper caught his eye and he picked it up before opening it up and seeing a letter that was layered in poorly drawn hearts.
"Welcome back Minato Arisato. Remember that the true power of humanity lies in their ability to bond with each other. Meet in the gym at eight for a surprise."
Turning the page over he found a crudely drawn map with an arrow that pointed out his location and another that indicated the gym. The writing was childish and the drawings looked like they were made by a three year old but that was no reason to not heed the advice. He looked at the clock, finding that it was approaching eight very quickly, and then opened the door of the classroom to reveal a hallway. Memorising the map quickly he headed off in the direction of the gym as indicated by the letter before folding it up and putting it in his jacket pocket.
He strode down the hallway, listening to the music played by his MP3, enjoying the specific type of music that had been placed on it. Suddenly he felt a hand upon his shoulder and he turned to look at a shorter brown haired boy wearing a stylish hoody, although he wasn't as short if you counted that piece of hair on his head that stuck up straight, an ahoge he believed it was called. Reaching up to his head he removed the headphones from his ears before regarding the other boy; an act that appeared to make him nervous.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "Do you know anything about where we are?"
"A school," Minato responded indicating the classrooms on the side of the hallway. "Hope's Peak Academy," he continued with the name feeling correct on his lips.
"Then why would Hope's Peak Academy be deserted all of a sudden?" the shorter boy asked himself only to refocus on Minato. "By the way I'm Makoto Naegi. I'm afraid that I only got into Hope's Peak by lottery."
"You have a good name. I'm called Minato Arisato," he stated. "Ultimate Therapist," he said after a while. The two of them continued their walk in companionable silence. Or at the silence was comfortable for Minato. It appeared less comfortable for his new companion.
"I liked your videos," he said suddenly causing Minato to raise an eyebrow at the mention of these videos he had never heard of. "I mean, I don't have depression or anything like that but I can see how they are so effective."
"Do you really think they're effective?" Minato asked. Of course he had no idea what these actual videos were but it was nice to hear his work complimented like that.
"Of course," Makoto replied instantly. "They say that the each of your videos increased the rate of recovery for mental illnesses nationwide and are being translated into over thirty different languages."
"You seem well read up on my career," Minato said as he continued walking.
"I… uh researched all the Ultimates when I was selected to go to Hope's Peak," Makoto said looking somewhat embarrassed.
"So you take an interest in other people's talent?" Minato asked. "Have you ever considered refining your own talent?"
"My talent is just luck though," Makoto said. "It's not like everybody else's here."
"Of course it isn't the same as everybody else's," Minato replied. "It's your own, and I didn't just mean luck. I'm sure that you possess a lot more talent than you are even aware of."
"I don't have any talent," Makoto admitted.
"It doesn't matter how many seeds are in the ground if nobody waters them," Minato replied. "There are many different kinds of talent and I'm sure that one day you will find your own brand." He turned around to look at Makoto who had fallen behind him as he came to a halt in the corridor.
"I'll put some effort into it," the shorter boy said catching up to him. "I shouldn't disregard evidence given by the Ultimate Therapist." Minato nodded to him only to freeze as with a cracking sound he felt his body shudder as a foreign feeling swept through it. Words burned into his mind and the image of a card blinked on his retinas.
Thou shalt have our Blessing when you create a Persona of the Fool Arcana.
You have established a new social link.
"Are you okay," Makoto said immediately when Minato froze and the amnesiac waved him off immediately.
"I'm fine," he lied immediately ignoring the strange feeling for now. "We're at the gym anyway. Want to go in first and show them a friendly face?"
"We can go in together," Makoto said before walking to the door and placing his hands upon it and pushing it open at the same time as Minato pushed its opposite open. They were immediately confronted by a sea of faces, thirteen in total.
"You are late," one of the boys in a white uniform said, stepping forward out of the mass before pointing his finger at both Minato and Makoto. "You were instructed to meet at the gym at eight 'o clock."
"I was unavoidably detained," Minato replied immediately. "Unfortunately the party who gave us those instructions forgot to put their name and cellphone number on the instruction sheet. Even more unfortunately, I do not have a phone as it seems to have been taken from me when I entered the campus. It is just a day of bad fortune all around isn't it? Hey Makoto lend me some of your luck."
"Don't look at me," his shorter compatriot said. "I'm in the exact same position as you are."
"I see then," the boy inspected both of them with his red eyes. "It wasn't entirely under your control and thus I will let it slide just this time."
"Introduce yourself already so that we can get on with it," a blonde haired boy in rather nice suit said impatiently. "We have already wasted enough time waiting for you."
"I'm Makoto Naegi," his companion said first to the surrounding group. "I'm the Ultimate Lucky Student." Those same words of self-deprecation came from his mouth again but Minato had already addressed the situation and knew that it takes time to recover from low self-esteem."
"I'm Minato Arisato," he said as he scanned the room. "Ultimate therapist, my hours are between nine and three thirty; I take both walk in and appointments."
"Who the hell even cares about therapy now," the blonde haired girl spoke twin-tailed girl spoke out and Minato noticed her flinch almost imperceptibly as he turned towards her.
"I always believe it is a good time to improve your mental health," he stated, although he wasn't really sure of how true that was. Techniques for evaluating patients and multiple ways of helping them fix their problems were constantly in his head ever since he woke up. In fact they were the only thing that was in the empty space that constituted his memories.
"A healthy mind is required for a productive school year," the red-eyed guy in the white uniform agreed with him causing Minato to reconsider his words.
"Why don't we introduce ourselves," a short, tanned athletic student said before immediately getting shot down by a taller male with a perm. There was a flurry of dissenting opinions before eventually the consensus was that people should go around introducing themselves.
He watched as Makoto immediately seemed to dive into introducing himself to the various people and he scanned the room for a possible conversation partner before honing onto the blonde kid in the cool suit.
"I'm Minato Arisato," he said smiling at the strict looking student.
"Byakuya Togami," he said as if that explained it all.
"I'm sorry I've never quite got into punk rock," Minato said apologetically and he was gratified to see an expression on his face like he had been slapped.
"I'm the Ultimate Affluent Progeny you fool," the blonde heir said looking flabbergasted.
"Well how was I meant to know," Minato said defensively. "You speak as if I'm a member of high society."
"We have…" Byakuya started before he shook his head and regarded Minato with a suspicious glare. "You should go speak to the others and stop wasting my time."
Minato had a feeling that what he was going to say was something to the extent of we have met before and his reluctance to speak on it was likely due to his refusal to acknowledge that he went to therapy. It was a bit of a long shot but Minato had a hunch that he was right. Did he now suspect that Minato had lost his memory or did he believe that Minato was pretending not to notice him so that nobody would suspect that he had been a patient? He did not know Byakuya well enough to make an educated guess.
Looking around he picked a girl with purple hair as his next target. She stood in a thinking pose, as if contemplating her next move. Her expression was schooled and perfectly guarded as if she was had training in controlling her emotional cues. Frankly that spoke of an interesting skillset for a child to have and he wondered what her Ultimate Talent was.
"Hello," he said as he walked up to her adopting an open and welcoming posture. "My name is Minato Arisato, the Ultimate Therapist, who am I talking to?"
"Kyoko Kirigiri," she responded stiffly back, the posture of somebody who has something to hide.
"And your talent," Minato responded, taking notes on how she deliberately didn't mention her skills.
"Why should I tell you," she replied instantly.
"It would help foster trust between the two of us," Minato said stepping closer, observing as he did so that she didn't back up and instead tensed her body to react. "There are only two reasons that I think you could hide your talent."
"What are those reasons?" Kyoko said her curiosity barely visible.
"If you had a talent that you were not proud of were afraid to divulge," Minato said with his words only slightly above a whisper, noticing that her muscles appeared to relax slightly as he said that. "Or if you cannot remember your talent." 'Bingo,' he thought as an expression of shock flitted across her face.
"What would you say if it were either of those possibilities," Kyoko said quietly and cautiously.
"Welcome to the amnesia club Kirigiri," Minato said. "How about I book you in for a session sometime?"
"I might take you up on your offer," she said nodding seriously before he turned around and left her. There were quite a few other people that he hadn't talked to and he noticed that he was going through them noticeably slower than Makoto.
"It's nice to fucking meet you," was the response from a man that stood almost a head taller than him who had introduced himself as Mondo Owada the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader. He seemed unexpectedly nice if a bit hot-tempered.
Celestia Ludenberg was the false name of the girl with the large twin-drill clip-ons. His mind immediately came to the conclusion that she was trying to reinvent herself and that impression was strengthened when she mentioned that her title was the Ultimate Gambler. She was a born liar if he had ever seen one and he found himself analysing every one of her sentences for falsehood.
Sakura Ogami was apparently the Ultimate Martial and she had complimented his body after feeling him up and suggested a spar. She seemed honourable if a bit overly focused on her talent, not that Minato could begrudge her that considering his own situation.
Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate Fashionista, appeared to hide a fear of him. He had no idea why, considering that it appeared limited to only him. He would have to apologize for whatever reason he had given to scare her later; if an apology was warranted. He would try and arrange a follow up talk with her when he had the chance.
Sayaka Maizono was the Ultimate Idol and seemed to have some form of feelings for the Lucky Student. Her smile was polite, but she looked noticeably on edge already and Minato resolved to set up an outlet for her frustrations, if not a full on counselling session.
Hifumi Yamada introduced himself as the Ultimate Fanfic Creator and seemed to be very passionate about his body of work. Minato didn't get it and the kid appeared to be fine for the moment so he only made a mental note to speak to him sometime.
Leon Kutawa was apparently the Ultimate Baseball Star and dreamed of being an idol. He seemed healthy, if a bit laid back and so Minato marked him with the same mental note.
Toko Fukawa was a complete and utter basket case and he didn't even have the chance to open his mouth before she accused him of looking down on her in one of the clearest case of an inferiority complex he had ever seen. He had strongly suggested that she come for counselling and even set up an initial appointment for a few days from now in a time and place to be later decided.
Chihiro Fujisaki appeared to be rather nervous constantly apologizing and Minato found himself appreciating the irony that there were two people with severely low self-esteem in a course created for supposed Ultimates. He then did the same think that he did for Fukawa and suggested a counselling session at a later time and date.
Aoi Asahina, friends call her Hina, the Ultimate Swimmer, was a ball of sunshine. His first impression was that she was earnest but a bid dim and any dark hidden depths, if she indeed had any, were way down below the surface.
Lastly was Kiyoyaka, call me Taka, Ishimaru and Minato unfortunately was forced to admit that he didn't like him at the moment. Minato far preferred the use of soft power over just blatantly enforcing his will and he tended to get rebellious if people went around trying to one-sidedly enforce their will on him. It actually used to drive Mits…" A flash of red hair and a sudden pain shot through his skull as a remembered memory submerged itself again.
"Are you okay," the Ultimate Hall Monitor said looking concerned at his sudden movement.
"Sorry I was just remembering something that I read in the newspaper this morning," Minato excused himself.
"Sometimes I also feel that way when I read about the news in the papers," Taka said giving him a commiserating nod. "In response we must do our best to improve the news in the papers."
"I do believe in improvement Taka," Minato admitted to him as the pair found common ground.
"Howdy, hello is everybody there," a sudden voice silenced the noisy conversations and Minato focused on the direction of the voice behind the podium. In the next second a plump dual coloured bear popped up from behind the podium on the stage and landed on the top of the aforementioned plinth. "Good morning students of this illustrious institution. I hope you enjoyed your nap time. I am your Principal, the wonderful Monokuma."
The thing looked like a child's toy and had an upbeat tone of speech that felt… wrong. That was the only word Minato could use. The bear was likely controlled by the same person who was responsible for the skulduggery going on here. Minato focused on the bear, tuning out the students with the various chatter as he tried to get a handle on the personality behind the machine.
"No, no," the bear stated. "NASA would sell their collective kidneys to get one percent of all the hardware that was stuffed inside here, but don't tell them that. They're likely to be very em-bear-ased."
"There's no need to panda to their egos," Minato found himself saying almost unconsciously only to feel disgust well up within him. "But that means that the list of people that could have built you narrows down quite a lot. Has your corporation made any recent forays into the robotics field Togami?"
"No we haven't and I might have had to kill anyone of my employees that created something so ugly," he said with a look of disgust upon his handsome face.
"Do you really think so," Monokuma said looking depressed. "That's it I'm going to lose some weight with my patented all salmon diet. The next time you students see me you will barely be able to recognize me. You guys should also hit the gym and get used to the facilities. The fifteen of you are going to be here for quite a while."
"Just how long are you going to keep us here," Junko said with an exaggerated semblance of irritation. Interestingly enough to the young therapist Junko appeared to be playing up her actual feelings up, rather than hide them in this situation. Maybe it was a way of hiding her fear.
"Oh realistically sixty to eighty years," the bear said looking bored as he said that. "I doubt that I can get more than one of you over a hundred years unless somebody invents an immortality elixir or something like that."
"You are planning on forcing us to spend the rest of our lives here," Celeste confirmed with the bear.
"That's right," the bear said. "From now on you don't have to worry about that shitty old world. We have plenty of resources and time to make sure that your remaining years here are good ones indeed."
"That's not what we're currently worried about," it was Sayaka now who spoke up now.
"Well there is one way that you can get out of this school," Monokuma said looking thoughtful. "Would you like me to tell you how?" A few murmurs of agreement caused the Monokuma to tremble in rage. "Come on you dreary students. Showing such a dull response in front of your headmaster should be punished."
A few seconds later and a more falsely warm response, except for Taka the lunatic, and the bear sighed in disappointment.
"Alright if you really want to get out so badly then I guess I can tell you," he started. "If you want to leave then all you have to do… is kill one of your classmates." The bear appeared to go into spasms of pleasure as he said that and Minato mentally scheduled a session for him.
His words went on and on after that and Minato found himself watching the expressions of his classmates as well as their kidnapper. They seemed to be mostly that of shock and disbelief, and the majority still seemed to be suffering from a dissonance between the actual situation and their awareness of the situation. There were a few exceptions to the trend; both Kirigiri and Togami looked dead serious when contemplating the bear, the looks of worry on their faces were present but well hidden. Besides them Sakura, Celestia and Makoto appeared to be keeping a cool head.
His attempt at discerning the emotions of his classmates was undercut by one specific student suddenly losing all control over theirs. Minato watched with some alarm as the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader reached forward and grabbed the robot by the throat, holding it aloft. It was an impulsive move and not well thought out at all considering in the best case scenario it would destroy the Mastermind's puppet and in the worst case scenario it could result in death.
"Let me out or I swear to Christ I'm going to turn you into scrap," he said completely losing his temper and Minato took his eye off from the Biker to see every single eye on the room was focused on the spectacle. He turned his eyes back to the duo in time for him to hear a beeping sound emanate from the robot. He started moving towards Monokuma as soon as he started hearing it, as if he instinctively somehow felt that death was near.
"Throw it away now," Kirigiri instructed as the Biker stood there dumbfounded holding the bear aloft. Another warning from the Kirigiri and he threw the bear, a few seconds before it exploded and Minato felt that sensation of imminent death fade.
"What the fuck," Mondo said. "That bear fucking blew up."
"But doesn't that mean that the bear is gone," surprisingly it was the quiet Chihiro who said spoke up and there was a brief moment of hope before it was ruined by an identical Monokuma popping up from behind the podium.
"You tried to kill me," Mondo shouted, but his voice full of anger that couldn't quite hide his fear.
"Well I was trying to kill you but I'm feeling generous so I'll let you off with a verbal warning this time," his voice grew dark. "Violate one of the school rules again and you may have to suffer from some corporal punishment."
"You are clearly mentally unwell," Minato said stepping forward, unwilling to let the current state of affairs stand. "I am going to be hosting counselling sessions for those who feel as if they need them or would benefit from a helpful ear. "I expect you to attend."
"Hey," the robot stated sounding outraged. "Is that anyway to speak to your principal? If you continue like this then I might just give you some punishment."
"My apologies then," Minato replied as he saw the problem. "Let me rephrase that. You are a clearly unstable individual with a list of issues that I hope to address and in order to do this I require you to attend sessions with me which can be either booked in advance or walk-ins, if I am not currently involved in a session, Principal Monokuma."
"That's bearly acceptable," Principal Monokuma said. "I might swing around later kiddo. It is a principal's duty to support the development of the student's talents after all.
Thou shalt have our Blessing when you create a Persona of the Devil Arcana.
Your Devil Arcana Social link has reached rank 6.
That was a really high social link and it startled Minato, causing disconcerting theories to swirl through his head, while Monokuma announced their new digital E-handbook that contained all the school regulations before reminding the class that any school regulation would not be tolerated and disappearing leaving a bunch of confused teenagers in the gym alone.
Chatter sprung up immediately once this was over and Minato observed the class nervously began to talk among each other. Many member of the class was clearly in denial over the fact that it wasn't a joke, although there was a clear and persistent minority that appeared to have the proper grasp on the situation. The luckiest of his classmates didn't seem to want to join in the conversation, instead heading to meet him.
"Why did you do that?" Makoto said to him looking almost angry at him. "You saw what he almost did to Owada. Weren't you afraid that he could do something to you also?"
"Afraid?" Minato said to himself, analysing the question briefly. "I don't believe I'm afraid at all."
"Really," Makoto said looking at him with widened eyes. "Are you sure you aren't the person who really needs therapy."
"Certainly I am not immune to the problems that may afflict my patients Naegi," Minato replied. "Knowing how to help others address their problems does not also naturally give me the ability to solve my own problems."
"What if I help?" Makoto asked, almost blushing as Minato turned to regard him. "I know I'm not qualified but I've always believed that listening to other people's problems can help out… a bit at least."
"Bold trying to tell me how my job is done," Minato started before he smiled. "But not entirely incorrect. The act of speaking aloud forces the issue to be acknowledged which is the first step to fixing the issue. I would be honoured if you became my confidant."
"The issue is not whether the bear has spoken the truth or not," Togami said, his voice easily carrying over the crowd. "But whether somebody might be tempted to test the veracity of his words."
The noisy air in the gym became silent as everybody simultaneously became aware of the fact that they could die at the hands of those around them. Minato watched as paranoia and fear sparked in the eyes of his fellow Ultimates. It seemed that the Togami heir had a talent for stirring up shit.
"Is this what we amount to," Kirigiri suddenly spoke up causing the tense atmosphere to break. The chatter started up again and Minato opened up his E-handbook, his eyes glancing past the name on the cover before he turned towards the regulations.
Students may reside only in the school. Leaving campus is an unacceptable waste of time.
Nightime is from 10p.m to . Some areas are off-limits at night, so please exercise caution.
Sleeping anywhere other than the dormitory will be seen as sleeping in class and punished accordingly.
With minimal restrictions, you are free to explore Hope's Peak Academy at your discretion.
Violence against Headmaster Monokuma is strictly prohibited, as is destruction of surveillance cameras.
Anyone who kills a fellow student and becomes "blackened" will graduate unless they are discovered.
Additional school rules may be added as necessary.
Simple sounding rules with sinister implications considering the apparently terminal nature of the punishment. A loud bang was heard and he took his eyes off his rulebook to see Sakura Ogami attempting to break through the iron grates that separated the outside from the inside. She was ultimately unsuccessful and Minato debated for a few seconds whether he should go ahead before deciding against it. If the Ultimate Martial Artist was unable to break through then it is unlikely a counsellor could do better. On the other side Mondo and Leon were knocking at the podium, evidently trying to figure out just how Monokuma managed to show up with a similar lack of success.
"Don't give up," Taka began before launching into a short speech that seemed to energize the group, or at least most of the group. This composition of people was by no means homogenous and the Ultimate Therapist could see many disagreements would show up in future. He watched as Hina suggested they go explore the school which encouraged Taka and Leon to do the same.
"I'll be going alone," Togami said and Minato sunk his face into his hands.
"That's a pretty stupid idea," Junko spoke up. The fashionista looking dubiously at him and Minato couldn't help but agree. The blonde was like a walking, talking apple of discord and every time he opened his mouth he ratcheted up the tension in the room.
"Togami," he said wearily cutting off the heir in the middle of his speech accusing the room of plotting his murder. "Can you please just… give it a rest for today and just stop trying to make any more enemies in the middle of a killing game." His voice steadily rose as the sentence drew to a close.
"Very well," Togami said after glaring at him briefly. "If they cannot handle the truth then I will avoid educating them in future.
"You have my thanks Togami," Minato replied.
"We both know that your thanks are not worth very much," Togami said before turning and leaving the room.
"Hey asshole…" Mondo suddenly shouted only for Minato to step in front of him. The biker glared at him for a moment and Minato matched his glare before he relaxed his posture.
"Please calm down," he said making a sign telling him to lower the volume. "We must not allow ourselves to get all riled up in here. That means no hot language, no harsh confrontations, and no aggressive motions. Mondo you have almost died already today. Do you realise that your hasty actions almost meant that you would never see the outside again." His words were calm and mellow, his tone perfectly modulated to try and deescalate the situation and he scanned the biker's face for cues as he did so. "Every time that you think you're going to lose your temper I want you to take a deep breath and remember that there are people depending on you."
His mix of guesswork and experience seemed to work as Mondo turned his head away, shame reflected on his features. Minato just smiled in response shooting him a thumb's up before turning to regard the rest of the room.
"I am going to see if I've got a room," he announced to the group . "Once again, I'm available to talk any time you want to. Try not to tire yourselves out and remember not to miss any meals."
With that he gave one last smile before he walked out of the room. He made it to the end of the room before he stumbled, leaning against the wall. He wasn't a fan of talking with crowds at the best of times and he had acquired a steadily-building headache sometime after Monokuma had left that was stretching his patience even thinner.
"Puhuhu," the sickly voice of the aforementioned bear came from behind him and he turned around to see the bear snickering at him. "Maybe you should ask a doctor what's wrong with your head, head doctor."
"It probably has something to do with my missing memories," Minato replied yawning slightly. "I assume you had something to do with that."
"Wow it took you bearly any time to get it," Monokuma said.
"I simply wondered who here had the power to do this," Minato said blinking lethargically. "You were the only person who had the koalafications."
"That doesn't count," Monokuma said stomping his feet. "They are not real bears." He calmed himself down before he tossed him a key. "Keep going that way and you should be able to find your room easily enough." That was the last thing he said before he scuttled away and out of Minato's sight; the young Therapist feeling in a poor enough condition that he didn't want to track down the bear.
His room was easy enough to find and he was glad to find that the key easily allowed himself to gain access. Walking into the room and looking forward to taking a nap he was confronted by the bluest room he had ever seen. On one side of the room lay a navy Chaise Longue on which a person could lay back and relax and there was an armchair opposite it that took up a whole corner of the room. The bed seemed fairly standard and he had to restrain himself from lying down and going straight to bed. The bathroom was also decent with a standard shower, tap, toilet triumvirate and he took the opportunity to splash some water on his face to reinvigorate himself.
Lastly there was a small desk tucked away in the corner of the room filled with books on the human mind, some of which bore his name as the author. However none of those grabbed his eye, instead his eye was caught by two glass cabinets. One was flat and rectangular with two nails sticking out from a wooden bottom that would have normally held something, but at this moment were just a spot of distraction from the empty cabinet. On the bottom of the wooden floor were the words 'Training Wheels Have Been Passed On' in his own writing and while there was a flash of familiarity no memory was returned to him as a result.
The other glass cabinet was far more interesting to Minato. Unlike the first one that was quite flat, this one was in the form of a perfect square with a pillow in the bottom that contained a clear spherical indent. As Minato touched the glass case he could almost visualise the sphere that used to sit there, but was there no longer. Surprisingly enough the fact that somebody was running around with that object in their possession actually pissed him off, an emotion which he hadn't felt since he woke up.
Making a mental note to later ask Monokuma about the location of the sphere Minato removed his shoes and placed them in the designated place before he lay down in his bed without even changing his clothes. As soon as his head hit the pillow he had fallen into deep slumber. His dreams were dominated by images of a war against a blonde, blue-clad woman with unimaginable powers and powerful allies.
Author Note: I'm using a mix between anime and game depending on what I think flows better. There are obvious reasons why the protag is called Minato Arisato and not Makoto Yuuki.