[Soubi is out of cigarettes. There don't seem to be any in this school building. How ridiculous. But there's nothing to be done for it. If he can't smoke in the restroom, he'll have to go to class. He supposes it can't be too bad; he's never been to class in public school before. So he strides in just a moment before the bell and slides into a seat. "American History," is it? Thinking about it, he doesn't know a thing about American history. Seimei always told him to learn what he could, wherever he could. This can't be a bad place to do that. So he opens the book and begins to read.]