"Great, Lax, from now on you're my lackey." You pat Lax on the shoulder.
"Oh, what an honor it is to follow you, great young master," Lax gives you a grand bow, "But, esteemed young master, you seem to have caused quite a stir this time. You might have to face the terrible leader of the Maintenance Team soon."
"The leader of the Maintenance Team? That's just bullshit. I could squash his balls in a split second."
"Oh, really? I'm actually quite curious about how you plan to pull that off?"
You found that the classroom was surrounded again, still the same unified sea of women. The man standing before you now is handsome, well-dressed with an air of grandeur, if only the fringes on his forehead didn't utterly ruin his manly vibe.
"That's very simple." You stare provocatively at the man.
