"Well, that would be a reasonable explanation, except perhaps for the otherworldly writing made by fire..." said Takeo, who then paused to consider: "Or maybe it's laced with other substances..."

He considered this for a moment before looking down at the scroll, which said, in a rather larger fire-font than the previous used:

"No."

"Ah."

At that moment there was a knock on the door. Some delinquent of annoyingly nasal tone that, according to his whining before coming in, had come with unhappy intentions: "Hey! Discipline guys!" said the boy, slamming the door open. He was a head bigger than Takeo and thus, a bit smaller than Tsuchi, but he made up for his height disadvantage in width, width of shoulders at the end of a hunched, beastly back, which strained under his jacket. "What's all this about me getting detention today?!"