"My dad's a professional wrestler," Keiichi said, no small amount of pride in his voice. "He's more interesting than a large subset of fathers, in both good and bad ways."

Much of Keiichi's homelife was spent contemplating those ways, really.

"It's nice to meet you," he said, looking at some of the books as he carried them and they walked on towards destination untold. "Third year? These books are a year ahead of me, I think. What brings you to humble old Ryuseki High?"