Satoshi watched the students milling around the hall with little interest. They were his peers in a way, seeing as he was their age, but he was different so he never mingled, and he was no more lenient than he felt he should be. Though for students he felt made an effort, he felt they should have more leeway.

Art was something that was in his blood, and despite his bad health, he wanted the students to learn and appreciate it as well.