Nagito stepped towards the next student, who appeared to be a robot, of all things.
This robotic student had a mostly sleek look to him, shiny and obviously metal, except for his hair. While his hair was spiny-looking in style, it looked like it would be soft to the touch.
Nagito wanted to touch it.
"Excuse me, but is there something in my hair?" the student asked.
"Oh, no, I was just thinking it looked soft," Nagito attempted to give a charming smile.
However, the other student only looked somewhat offended. "Were you thinking it would not be soft, because I am a robot? That's robophobic!"
"Ah, I'm sorry. I meant no offense."
"...Well, I hope you can overcome your prejudices in the future." The robotic boy huffed.
"May I ask your name?"
"Oh! Yes, of course!" The robotic student puffed out his chest and placed his hands on his hips, "My name is K1-B0, but please, call me Keebo!"
K1-B0 - Ultimate Robot
"Ah, a pleasure, Keebo," Nagito bowed slightly.
"Likewise - Nagito, correct?"
Nagito nodded in reply.
"Well, I am hoping we may become friends!" Keebo smiled determinedly, "I am eager to show that humans and robots are truly alike by becoming friends with everyone!"
"Given a little time, I am certain we can become friends, especially since my goal is to become friends with all of my classmates as well," Nagito smiled.
"Indeed!" Keebo nodded decisively.
Stepping away from the robot, who currently looked pleased as punch, Nagito made his way over to a girl wearing a yellow raincoat.
"Nyahaha! Another new classmate to meet! I am Angie Yonaga!"
Angie Yonaga - Ultimate Sculptor
Wracking his second set of memories, Nagito managed to recall some information about her. She was the Ultimate Sculptor, the foremost creator of painted 3D wood and stone sculptures in this millennium. She was well known for inspiring feelings of lust in those who saw her work, and for attempting to convert millions to her religion.
"It is wonderful to meet such a talented artist," Nagito nodded in greeting.
"Oh, but I only make what Atua makes! He merely channels himself through my body," Angie smiled as she shook her head.
"I think you give yourself too little credit. Isn't it your hands that create the sculptures?"
"I think you give me too much credit!" Angie beamed. "Atua is a deity! Atua gives me the skill to carry out his will."
"I still disagree, but perhaps this isn't worth fighting over? At least not at this moment?"
"Agreed! Atua says that it is important for us to all get along, since we are all going to be classmates!"
Nagito smiled and stepped away from the little religious zealot, turning instead towards the programmer who would be behind the Neo World Program.
As he walked over, his second set of memories began to stir up a sense of deja vu - huh?
"Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Chihiro Fujisaki," said the petite programmer.
Chihiro Fujisaki - Ultimate Programmer
"Sorry, I always get embarrassed when introducing myself like this…" the beskirted boy smiled up at Nagito. "Anyway, I hope we can get along!"
"That would be a pleasure," Nagito smiled. "It is wonderful to meet you also."
"...Huh?" Suddenly Chihiro seemed to startle and perk up. "Maybe it's just my imagination, but… have we met before?"
"Well, met might be a strong word for it, but…" Nagito found himself speaking before he really understood the words tumbling out of his mouth, "Maybe we attended the same middle school? I feel like I've seen you around, although I can't imagine why you would remember me…"
"Ah, that's right! You're Nagito Komaeda! You set the school on fire once!" Chihiro lit up and clapped his hands together in delight.
"Ah, of course… that's why you would remember someone like me."
"Well, it was very memorable…"
"My life is full of memorable things that I'd rather not remember…"
"Well," Chihiro beamed at the Luckster, "I'm glad I know someone else here, even if it's only a little bit!"
"I agree," Nagito found himself smiling at the smaller boy, so small and yet so essential, and found this weird protective urge flaring up within him.
This boy was going to be a survivor, Nagito was going to make sure of it.
"Yay! You should probably go introduce yourself to the others now, so… We'll talk some more later, okay?" Chihiro put his hands behind his back and beamed up at Nagito.
"R-right. We can talk later."
Nagito walked away from his conversation with Chihiro both confused and elated. He hadn't realized he'd almost-met the programmer before in this timeline, which left him quite off-balance. Additionally, there was that odd feeling he'd had, like he needed to make sure that Chihiro was one of the ones who survived. He couldn't help but feel that he'd just met someone who was going to change his life.
The next person Nagito walked up to was a blonde girl whose outfit was liberally adorned with musical notes.
"Hey, do you have any idea what's going on? No-one else seems to," the girl said when he approached.
While Nagito absolutely did have some idea of what was happening, he wasn't going to say that where the Mastermind - was it still Junko? - could possibly hear.
"No, I'm just as confused about this as the rest of you," he lied.
"Well, that's no good. I'm getting worried about how little we know here," the girl huffed. "Anyway, I'm Kaede Akamatsu. Nice to meet you."
Kaede Akamatsu - Ultimate Pianist
Wracking his brain, Nagito was able to recall what this timeline's self had found out about Miss Akamatsu on the internet.
She was a talented pianist, so much so that she was actually quite famous among enjoyers of classical music and piano concerts. She'd had her own concerts, and there were rumors that she was going to try turning her hand to composing her own pieces, but nothing concrete on that front.
"Indeed, it is a pleasure to meet such a talented musician as yourself," Nagito bowed dramatically, playing it up in hopes of amusing her.
Kaede let out a small snort. "Hey, thanks! I didn't think anyone else here would know too much about music."
"My knowledge about music is mostly of the 'listening to it' kind," Nagito admitted with a smile, "But I try to keep an open mind, and I enjoy learning new information!"
Kaede laughed, although it sounded a little strained, "Well, if we find a piano later, maybe I can teach you how to play, how does that sound?"
"That sounds like an enjoyable experience, which I will look forward to," Nagito wondered vaguely where all this positivity was coming from so suddenly, "Although I will understand if you decide to cancel the idea later."
"Huh? Why would I decide to cancel?"
"Ah, no reason in particular," Nagito waved her off.
"I… see…"
"Well, I should introduce myself to the others, so… Bye now!" Nagito said and walked away.
He thought he saw Kaede giving him a weird look as he left, but he couldn't be quite sure.
The next person he approached, he had first thought was likely to be Mukuro Ikusaba disguised as Junko Enoshima, but as he got closer, he was less and less sure. Was there a chance that this was the real Junko?
"Hiya, Cloud Head!" she grinned as he approached, "I'm Junko Enoshima! You've probably heard that I'm the Ultimate Fashionista, but that's really only part of my talent! I'm the Ultimate Data Analyst!"
Junko Enoshima - Ultimate Data Analyst
This… was the real Junko. But how? And… who was behind all this, then? Because looking at her, he could see in her eyes and freckle-less face that this was the real Junko. Not to mention the way she held herself, and then there was the subtle difference in voice…
"Hey, back up, stop staring at my face!" Junko snapped. "You didn't really strike me as a fashion fan, Sun Boy."
"Ah, sorry!" Nagito brought his hands up defensively. "It's just -"
"Let me guess - you thought my pictures were photoshopped, didn't you?"
"I -"
"Well, guess again, Einstein! I'm the real deal! As real as it gets! I'm Junko fuckin' Enoshima, accept no substitutes!"
"Again, I am sorry," Nagito took a small step back. What was going on here?
"You can make it up to me by doing something unexpected later," Junko grinned. "As the Ultimate Data Analyst, it's easy to predict things that happen, you know? So when people defy my data sets on them - what a rush! So you'd better do something interesting later, okay Cloud Head?"
"Ah, sure, I'll try," Nagito smiled apologetically, "But, ah… my name is Nagito?"
"Yeah, I know," Junko shrugged. "But nicknames are fun, Nags! They bring a delightful bit of spice to an otherwise bland and cheesy interaction. Besides, people's reactions to different nicknames are pretty interesting. So you'll just have to get used to it, because I'm gonna give each and every one of you enough nicknames to fill a bus all by yourselves."
"... Okay?"
"Ha! I like you already, Nags," Junko grinned, eyes sparkling with mirth, "Now go say hi to everyone else. I can tell this conversation's kinda stalling."
"Right…" Nagito stepped away from Junko Enoshima, mind reeling.
There was no doubt in his mind that he had just talked to the real Junko Enoshima, and not Mukuro Ikusaba. Was this game being run by Mukuro then, without interference from her sister? Was Junko playing a long game? Or was the Mastermind someone else entirely, someone with no connection to Junko at all?
With uncertainties swirling about in his head, Nagito stepped towards the next person he needed to introduce himself to properly.
"Name's Mondo Owada. Nice to fuckin' meetcha."
Mondo Owada - Ultimate Biker Gang Leader
"Of course! It's wonderful to meet all of you," Nagito said with a smile, which seemed to greatly unnerve Mondo for some reason.
"Yeah…" Mondo really did seem quite confused.
Sensing that perhaps the gang leader didn't want to talk any further, Nagito stepped away. Well, that had been short.
Had Makoto's first meeting with Mondo been that short?
Well, he supposed that it didn't really matter. He still had four more people to greet, after all.
"I am Sakura Ogami."
Sakura Ogami - Ultimate Martial Artist
Well, huh. Sakura didn't quite look the way he remembered.
While Nagito hadn't really known Sakura personally, he knew a lot about the Killing School Life and her role in it, and she'd had more than one statue erected in her honor - one of them on Jabberwock Island, even. It did not look like the woman in front of him.
This woman had darker skin, and lacked Sakura's distinctive scarring. Her hair was not long white dreadlocks, but instead floofy dark brown curls pulled back into a bun sculpted like a card suit club. Additionally, she wore noticeable dangly earrings, shaped like little geometric windchimes.
But she was dressed the same as all the pictures and statues of Sakura Ogami, and he didn't know who else she could be… he decided to believe her, and believe that she really was Sakura Ogami.
She began to poke at Nagito, seemingly searching for muscle. He just stood there and let her do it, still somewhat lost in thought.
Finally, she stopped. "You don't seem to be unfit, but you are far from capable of being my sparring partner. How disappointing."
"Ah, I know I am rather disappointing," Nagito sighed. "For all the misfortune I bring, I am hardly a fitting compensation, yet I still do try my best."
"That is hardly what I meant," the behemoth of a woman said, "Only that I have yet to find someone with whom I can spar"
"Really?" Nagito asked, "Not even the large and evidently barefooted man over there?" Nagito pointed at - he believed the boy had said his name was Gonta?
"I asked him already," Sakura huffed.
"What did he say?"
"He said that a gentleman did not hit women."
"I see…"
"Perhaps I can create a sparring partner then…" She mused.
"What do you mean?"
"Would you be willing to train to become a sparring partner worth my time?" She narrowed her eyes down at him, making her look quite intimidating.
"I do not know when I'll have the time, but I shall certainly do my best to live up to your lofty expectations," Nagito managed not to shrink back under her gaze, but his voice came out a bit less than perfectly steady.
Sakura seemed to size him up once more, before nodding curtly and moving her gaze to the middle distance.
Nagito let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
His conversation with Sakura now seemingly over, Nagito moved to speak with the only person here who had been his classmate before.
The Ultimate Imposter was most familiar to him in this form, and as such, he had been given the nickname "Twogami", which most everyone had called him. Hiyoko hadn't, preferring to continue to call him "Ham Hands", but that was Hiyoko for you. And, well, Twogami was a good friend. In this morbid game, Nagito hoped he lasted a bit longer than last time.
"My name is Byakuya Togami," the Imposter said.
"Byakuya Togami" - Ultimate Imposter
"It's an honor," Nagito bowed slightly.
"Hmph." Twogami huffed.
Nagito suppressed a chuckle at his friend's attempt at prickliness. Knowing him, that wouldn't last long at all. Probably not past the announcement of the Killing Game, even. Despite his commitment to his act, Twogami was one of the most selfless people Nagito had ever met.
"The point of introductions is to introduce one's self to everyone. Is there a reason you're still standing here?" Twogami cut in.
"Ah, sorry," Nagito waved his hands placatingly, "I was just lost in thought for a moment."
"Well, get yourself un-lost, we don't have time to waste."
"Yes, sir," Nagito playfully saluted before stepping away.
The next person Nagito needed to introduce himself to was the large barefooted boy with the long moss-green hair, the one who had spoken in the third person earlier, calling himself Gonta.
Nagito approached him, but he remained silent, fiddling with the strap of his - what was that, a bug cage?
After around a minute of silence - Nagito could feel Twogami glaring daggers at his back - Nagito finally spoke first.
"Hey, um, excuse me?"
"Ah! Thank you!" the larger boy said.
"... What?"
"Gonta look scary, so many people avoid. Gonta is happy you are not!" Gonta smiled in a way that looked so innocent, not even Chihiro's happy little smiles compared.
"Oh, I know all about being avoided," Nagito nodded.
"Really? People think -"
"Nagito Komaeda."
"People think Nagito scary too?"
"Oh, all the time."
"But Nagito not big like Gonta?"
"Ah, but my luck is shifty, and people close to me are often hurt because of it," Nagito explained. "People think I'm scary because they don't know what will happen with me around. It's understandable, but I would rather they didn't."
"Ah, now Gonta understand!"
"I'm glad," Nagito smiled.
"Oh, but Gonta still has not introduced himself!" Gonta startled, despite having already referred to himself as "Gonta" several times in their conversation. "Gonta's name is Gonta Gokuhara. Gonta is the Ultimate Entomologist!"
Nagito's head began to play a particular song, but he quickly shook his head to clear it. Now was not the time.
"Ah, so is that like a bug catcher, then?" Nagito pointed at the little satchel slung around Gonta's body.
"Yes! Portable home of bugs!" Gonta's face lit up with childish glee, "But is empty right now. If Gonta find bugs, Gonta will give them a home!"
"That's very noble of you," Nagito smiled at the larger boy once more.
"Ah! Thank you! Gonta want to be a gentleman more than anything else!"
"Oh yeah, Sakura said something about that…"
"Sakura want to spar with Gonta, but gentlemen not hit girls," Gonta frowned.
"Well… I don't think it counts if it's sparring, and you both agree to it. After all, she asked you, didn't she?"
"Gonta still not sure…"
"Well, we have to figure out what's going on here first, don't we? So you don't have to worry about it right now."
"Nagito right! More important things right now."
"Alright, I need to go talk to one more person, but it was nice to meet you."
"Yes! Nice to meet Nagito too!"
With a smile at the gentle giant, Nagito stepped away and instead veered towards the final of his new classmates, who he believed was named Celeste.
"I do not think we have been introduced. I am Celestia Ludenburg."
Celestia Ludenburg - Ultimate Gambler
"Celestia Ludenburg? What an interesting name… are you by chance of european descent?" Nagito decided to play along.
"Indeed," Celeste appeared to brighten somewhat at this recognition. "But it is preferred that you call me Celeste."
Nagito's brain might not always be the most functional, but now it whirred and clicked away, giving him an idea that sounded quite beneficial for everyone involved.
"If that is what you would prefer, that is what I will do, but I was thinking of calling you Lady Celestia, since you are a european heiress or something of the like," he smiled in a manner he hoped was charming.
"Oh my!" Celeste's eyes practically sparkled, and she couldn't suppress a grin of delight. "Very well, I will allow that."
Nagito stepped away from that encounter confident that he had made a positive first impression.
"Alright, now that that waste of time is out of the way, let's get down to business and figure out what's going on here," Twogami huffed.
"Agreed! There is clearly something fishy going on here! All the windows have been bolted over, and there's a huge metal hatch in the Main Hall!" Taka shouted with a nod.
"Yeah, that definitely wasn't there when I got here! And I know I didn't exactly get here with a ton of time to spare, so how'd all this renovation get done so fast?" Kaede furrowed her brow, pensive.
"Gonta not understand why everybody fall asleep," Gonta said.
"Atua says that everything is going to plan!" Angie was remarkably cheerful, despite the already bizarre situation.
"Well, your aTuA can go jump off a cliff!" Junko snapped. "I know that y'all aren't the best at putting things together, but this is clearly mega fucked up!"
"I… agree with Junko," Shuichi said hesitantly.
"I certainly agree that things are quite worrisome, but would you mind going into a bit more detail?" Twogami pushed up his glasses.
"Seriously? Fine," Junko rolled her eyes. "So to start with, there's obviously the big hatch. Something like this takes time to install, and way more than it could've had if the timeline we think is correct actually is. Second, we all fell asleep when we entered the school, which cannot possibly be a coincidence. Third, the metal sheets on the windows, same deal as the hatch. Fourth, the building layout is the same as the school we were supposed to come to, so this isn't, like, a different place, or if it is, it's well disguised. Fifth, our stuff is missing. Shuichi's been asking about his hat, I can't find my phone, et cedra. Give me a little more time, and you can bet I'll have more to say."
"I can't say for certain about the building layout, but I agree with the rest of Junko's points," Shuichi nodded.
"Well," Celeste said in an impossibly neutral voice, "Those are several rather convincing points."
"Oh no…" Chihiro whimpered softly and shifted… closer to Nagito? "What're we gonna do? What's happened to us? Why?"
"My guess? They were targeting the school, and we, the first-year class, got swept up in it," Junko narrowed her eyes. "I could be wrong, but I need more information to be sure one way or the other."
"But Atua says everything is going to plan," Angie piped up again. "As long as you believe in Atua, you will be safe!"
"Safe?" Gonta looked at Angie.
Angie nodded. "Just so long as you believe in Atua!"
Junko let out a low growl.
"I cannot say it is alright to believe that everything is just fine when we appear to be sealed in," Twogami interjected, "But it is also not a bad thing to try and stay calm."
"Indeed," Celeste nodded. "Perhaps that makes it even more important to remain calm, as emotion can easily turn to weakness."
"Calm? She's giving him false hope!" Junko's eyes flashed angrily. "And don't give me that bullshit about emotions being a weakness! Emotions are what makes life worthwhile! Emotions change people! Emotions are not a weakness, emotions are our greatest strength!"
"Alright, enough!" Taka's voice boomed loud over the room. "False hope or not, there's no point in yelling about trivial matters! There are greater issues at hand!"
"Taka's right," two voices said in unison. Then the owners of said voices - Nagito and Kaede - turned to face each other, somewhat surprised.
A moment later, Kaede shook her head and continued on.
"We need to figure out what's going on, first and foremost. Everything else can wait."
Almost as if it had been waiting for their priorities to shift, the monitor suddenly came to life with a loud DING DONG BING BONG, showing a glitchy, silhouetted image of the bear that only Nagito recognized.
"Ahem! Ahem! Testing! Testing! Mike check, one, two! This is a test of the school broadcast system! Am I on? Can everyone hear me?"
Nagito shivered in what could only be called anticipation. In the coming game of life and death, those with the most hope would be the ones that remained. There would be six of them, standing tall.
Of course, if there were a way in which everyone could leave, that wouldn't be terrible. They were all symbols of hope, after all.
"Okay, well then!"
And if Nagito was honest, those twenty-some-odd days he'd spent in the Killing Game were some of his fondest memories. Maybe that was a little insane, but he knew it wasn't just him that felt that way.
Whatever happened here, new fond memories would be created, and he couldn't say he wasn't looking forward to it, even as he planned to take down the Mastermind in the end.
"Ahh, to all incoming students! I would like to begin the entrance ceremony at… right now! Please make your way to the gymnasium at your earliest convenience. … That's all. I'll be waiting!"
The monitor clicked off, and the room was dead silent for a moment before everyone started to murmur. Chihiro pressed close to Nagito's side, clearly afraid. Junko and Shuichi drifted towards each-other, perhaps thinking of comparing notes. Toko and Tsumugi both seemed to curl in on themselves, frightened. Twogami, Taka, and Kaede quickly began discussing the best course of action, leaders all three.
"It's probably best if we do actually make our way to the gym now," Kaede addressed the group a moment later. "We don't know what's going on, and we can't afford to take stupid chances when we don't know the risks."
"I'm with Backpack Girl," Junko jabbed her thumb in Kaede's general direction. "We don't have enough information. This promises us new information. So, let's go."
The rest of the group seemed to all agree, and slowly, they began to migrate towards the gymnasium. The group was led by Angie, who was still smiling cheerily, and trailed by a timid Toko, looking much more vulnerable than Nagito had ever seen her before.
When they reached the entryway to the gym, the group suddenly split into two. Most of the class charged ahead into the gym in search of information and answers, or maybe just because they were doing as Monokuma said, but there were a few who stalled in the entryway. Nagito found himself as a part of that later group due to Chihiro clinging to his arm.
"Chihiro?"
"Nagito… if it's something bad, will you set it on fire?"
"Ah - my luck doesn't really work that way, Chihiro…"
"But can you try?"
Nagito looked down at the petite programmer who had given him a second chance in the life before this one, and knew that he didn't want whoever the Remnants were this time to be given a chance by someone they couldn't thank the way he had.
"I can't promise I can set it on fire, but… Maybe I could promise to keep you safe? As best as I can."
Chihiro nodded and straightened up, clearly still scared but now more ready to face the unknown. He gave a sharp nod.
Looking around the entrance room, Nagito saw a couple more students that were hesitant to move forwards. Toko gnawed on her fingernails, taking one step towards the door before moving back again. Tsumugi was huddled in on herself over by the trophy case, muttering to herself about the lack of other students in the school.
After a moment of thought, Nagito let out a sigh. "Hey, Chihiro? Can you talk to Toko for a minute, get her to go inside? I'm going to talk to Tsumugi."
Chihiro gave another sharp nod and walked over to the timid author, hiding the shaking of his hands by balling them into fists.
Last time, Hajime had taught him that hope was built out of relationships, and that was what could overcome any obstacle. Hope was still the most important thing of all to Nagito, and in this situation, he knew it would be needed more than perhaps ever before. And right now, the first step towards creating a hope strong enough to overcome this despair was to talk to Tsumugi.
"There aren't any other students here. Why aren't there any other students here?" Tsumugi's eyes were wide with fear as they rapidly darted around.
"Tsumugi, right?" Nagito stood close, but not too close. He'd practiced this. He could do it.
Tsumugi jumped, letting out a little yelp.
"Ah! My apologies, I didn't mean to scare you," Nagito drew his hands up defensively.
Tsumugi stared at him for a moment, trying to slow her rapid breathing. After a moment and a deep breath, she spoke.
"No, I should be the one to apologize, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings," she said.
"That's understandable, given the circumstances," Nagito replied. "There's a lot of uncertainty right now, and tensions are running high. It makes sense that it would overwhelm you."
Tsumugi shifted slightly on her feet, and balled her fists in her skirt. "There's no-one else here. Did you notice that? No other students. No teachers. No staff members. Just the fifteen of us. Maybe real life isn't like the stories I love, but…"
"Life is more often like a story than it isn't," Nagito sighed. "Usually not in the trappings, but in the essence of it."
Tsumugi looked down at her shoes, teeth worrying at her lower lip. "This feels like the lead-up to a reveal that sets off a chain reaction. And not the good kind."
"Maybe so, but that doesn't mean we can stay out here in the hall. If life is like a story, then you must imagine yourself as the protagonist. And when something like this happens in a story…"
"The lead always moves forwards with confidence, and faces the conflict," Tsumugi straightened up slightly, and released her skirt from her clenched fists. "You're right. I have to face this."
With that, she whirled about and marched into the gym, with no small amount of haste. Nagito rather suspected she was trying to get it over with before she lost her confidence.
With that taken care of, Nagito turned towards where Chihiro and Toko had been talking, only to find that only Chihiro was standing there now, looking back at him.
"I was just… waiting for you," Chihiro explained with a slightly sheepish grin, "I kinda wanted us to go in together…"
Nagito didn't really know what to say or how to feel about that, so he just nodded quickly and pushed through the doors, Chihiro right on his heels.
The gym looked about the same as he remembered it looking when he watched the Killing School Life as a member of Ultimate Despair. The stage, the lighting, the logo, it was all familiar. But here and now, it was about to begin again, and this time he was not part of the audience, but a participant.
"An initial look at this room would suggest that this is meant to be an entrance ceremony, but something's… off," Junko narrowed her eyes and spun about, looking around for the data that would make things make sense.
"You get that feeling too?" Shuichi looked over at the Ultimate Data Analyst with a slight grin. Despite the two of them being nearly the same height, due to Shuichi's slouched posture and Junko's high-heeled boots, he ended up looking slightly upwards at her.
"Of course I do, my dear Watson," Junko grabbed Shuichi and pulled him to her side. He looked mildly uncomfortable.
"... How come I'm Watson?" he said after a moment.
"Because between the two of us, I'm more eccentric," Junko puffed up as she talked, then booped Shuichi on the nose before letting him go and returning to her currently fruitless search for clues.
Across the room, Kaede, Taka, and Twogami were holding a hushed conversation, which Keebo was watching intently without participating. Elsewhere still in the gym, Angie seemed to be giving a speech to Toko, Tsumugi, and Gonta about the glories of her god, Atua. Finally, Celeste seemed to be doing something similar to Nagito, merely scanning the room. Vaguely, he wondered what purpose the action served for her.
Generally speaking, it was a little too quiet. Nagito moved further into the gym, waiting for it to begin. And just as he had suspected, it started almost immediately.
"Hey there, howdy, hello! Is everyone here? Good! Then let's get things rolling!"