#forestraised

          Kazuichi had been walking through the halls for a minute now, making his way to the dining hall for lunch. Though as he was heading there, someone was very obviously following him. However every time he turned around, they hid behind a wall or other coverage.

“I had been told you had quite the muscle mass. I must admit, I am jealous. Though, that won’t stop me from training. Please, inform me of your training schedule.”

Sakura looked at Gonta, inspecting his muscles momentarily before speaking to him. This will be her first time since Kenshiro that she would encounter someone with muscle similar to hers, if not stronger.  Her interest had been piqued, and thus, she sparked a conversation with the hulk of a man.

“ Oohh... that one looks like someplace in South America! Dont’cha think? These trees are huuuge... ” 

Ouma was currently hunched over the table Gonta was sitting in front of and pointed at one of the illustrations in the travel journal they had randomly found during their escapade to Saishuu Gakuen’s library. Contrary to being an actual travel journal however, this seemed to be one made using only vague knowledge of the world and colourful imagination. The art and descriptions provided on the pages were warm and friendly, yet a little odd at times. 

“ Nishishi... maybe that’s supposed to be the Amazonia. Gonta grew up in a forest too, right? Was it one like this or different? Tell me, tell me~! ”

While he was curious to see what was depicted on the next page, as signaled by him turning it, he wanted Gonta to talk a little more about himself. Finally a different topic that had nothing to do with bugs, thank god. 

Shuichi had originally entered the kitchen to make some tea, but when seeing the mess that was made in there... “Wh-What happened in here...?” He wondered until he, well: eventually saw Gonta. “!” Walking over to him, he couldn’t help but stare for a moment when seeing him carry a...somewhat messy looking cake, with some of the icing apparently having gotten on Gonta, too.

“H-Hey, Gonta...” (”Well, there’s my answer...”) He thinks to himself, smiling sheepishly. “Ahh, so that’s the occasion... well, I’m glad to hear that! That does sound nice... haha, I can even tell it’s supposed to be a butterfly shape, too.”

“! Oh? I-Is that okay? Um, sure, if you that’s alright with you. Though... you got quite a bit of the icing on your clothes. Would you rather change into a cleaner shirt, first..?”