It was almost a successful move. Takuro and Itsuki were walking by just as Takeo had his head down on the clipboard, revising some matter of grave importance that he would not look up.

But then a moment in, he looked up. "I feel a presence... I presence I didn't feel since--" he paused, breathed as you would if you were a man in a black, artificial breathing helmet, and then snapped his fingers. "First class term-- Iwasaki. Kudou."