Stuck in a parallel dimension or some shit like that with seemingly no way of returning back to where he or any of the other “victims” of Hiraeth Academy belonged, what was one supposed to do? Train magic was the selling point, but honestly Renzou thought that sounded way too tedious. Not that he was overconfident in his own abilities by any means -- he knew he could easily better them, but there was just no appeal in doing so. He had no huge ambitions like Bon did, he had no family obligations like Koneko did and he had no foe to fight against like Okumura did. Just as he thought he had found his motivation to actually pay attention in his exorcist lessons, something like this happened, and now he felt that he was back to square one.
So, young man in his best age, stuck with a bunch of strangers and little motivation to do anything but talk to them? That was the position the exwire found himself in. Although terms like friendship and camaraderie were loose to him, he was a social bird by nature, and being alone was insufferable. What kind of person who considered himself to be the epitome of awesome did not have a single friend to hang out with? No, he desperately needed such people, even if the term was so easily dissipated should it ever come down to it.
Girls were one thing, he enjoyed hitting up girls but he also wanted some people he could have a different kind of bond with. Which meant that this dude who seemed pretty chill, sitting there minding his own business, became worth a shot. If he failed, it wasn’t going to ruin him much. It appeared the magic forces that guided the academy had already claimed plenty of people after all.
“ Hey dude. What’s up? Mind if I join ya? It ain’t like there’s much else ta do here, might as well get ta know my fellow ‘students’. Name’s Shima. ”
