The tall walls shielded the turbulent undercurrents outside from the school, but that didn't mean things were calm inside.
The school has its own affairs.
In the staff room, Taizo Minosaburou sat on a chair, instinctively tugging at his collar.
Clearly in front of a student, yet it seemed as if a first-time interviewee was faced with a job interview panel.
His height of one meter eighty-five conveyed a sense of anxiety.
"Aozawa-kun."
"Teacher Taizo, do you have something to discuss?"
Aozawa stood in front of Taizo Minosaburou, his posture straight, but without the sharp aura, like a sword sheathed.
So he didn't think he scared the homeroom teacher.
Taizo Minosaburou hesitated slightly, then sighed, "You should know that Thursday is the school's sports festival."
"Of course."
Aozawa nodded.
For the students, the sports festival could be considered as a major event, with importance rivaling the United States presidential election.
