‘Welcome, Akira; please, have a seat.’ I sat down, looking nervously at the principal. He had spiky black hair and dark crimson eyes, the latter of which are a result of contacts.

He was a legend.

Rumour had it that he’d once taken down a bear with his bare hands, and then proceeded to kill a pack of lions with a sniper rifle. At point blank. If Minami was the moon, then he without a doubt would be the sun.

The fact that she’s his daughter also helps.

Of course, being a principal, he’s also highly intelligent. He used to serve as an experimental researcher back at Harvard, apparently calling himself a “mad scientist” and doing god knows what in the lab’s depths. Needless to say, he’s a bit eccentric.

Maybe that was an understatement.