The fencing classroom was one that Naoya had, on an indulgent whim, peeked into before. With all the rampant excitement dying down and school starting up again, however, the programmer had once again grown restless with curiosity for new avenues he could poke his nose into. Why not take the opportunity to check up on how a fellow faculty member was doing with his class preparations?

With the signature clack of his sandals giving away his presence from as far away as down the hall, Naoya wandered by and poked his head in to give Caim a warm, "Good morning. How have we been faring?"