He waved back to Isana. He then looked at the new guy, Mosaro. He didn't hesitate in shaking Mosaro's hand with the gauntlet, smiling as he did. Even if he tried to shock him a bit, considering his smile which held a hint of playfulness and mischievousness, it wouldn't affect him since he turned on his Cold Field as soon as he noticed the electricity.<br/><br/>He had learned this a few years ago when him and his family had gone to a tropical island and a storm had come and the house had been flooded for a while and they had all been relaxing sitting on the counters. Shinjiro had been hungry and was moving along the counters. The water had reached some of the power outlets, so the water was electrified and could kill them if they fell, so his mother had warned him to be careful. He was almost to the food when he slipped, and he heard his mom and sister both scream. He had hit the water and was completely soaked. He came out of the water and was sitting there. He felt the electricity in him, but he wasn't dead. His body had activated this new ability, saving his life. He had named it the Cold Field because it reminded him of some of the force fields in the movies he had watched. After that, he had to actually activate it for it to work. He had to practice it for a while before he got good with it. He had gotten very curious as to the limits, so one day he had tried something drastic. He was standing in a full tub with a toaster plugged in and in his hands. His parents, being cautious but supportive, had paramedics on standby. He turned on the Field fairly strongly, and then he dropped the toaster into the water. The water was instantly electrified to a near fatal level, but nothing was happening to him. He felt a little tingly, but nothing more. The Field was working, and it absorbed the electricity and kept it to a harmless level inside his body.<br/><br/>After he finished shaking Mosaro's hand, he turned to Isana, keeping the Field on just in case, who he remembered helping him when they met. She was a good person, and definitely helpful, one of the few people he knew from the rival school that was actually nice and decent. They had talked a bit while he had waited for his bus. He hesitated about talking about what had happened with Mosaro here, but he decided that it didn't matter. "Alright, so here's my problem that I need to talk to you about. Earlier, when I went on my habitual walk downtown, I had been walking around for a while when I started heading home. I turned down an alley for a shortcut, when I heard some people walking behind me. I had thought that it was some Skill-Outs, considering they had bothered me before on some of my walks. However, when I turned around, it was four men with bats and chains, except for one, who had had a handgun somehow. He had raised it and pointed it at me, and then I blacked out for roughly fifteen minutes. I snapped out of it and came to the realization that I'm alive, so I turn to see what had happened. They were all on the ground, a small pool of blood around them. I had, in my black outs that I've been having since The Labs, used one of my skills I've been slowly working on for the upcoming test to hopefully reach level 4, and it badly wounded them. I didn't know what to do, so I hit the police notifier on my watch and ran back to my dorm. After a while of trying to figure out what to do, I figured the best thing to do would be to come talk to you. You seem to know a fair deal about a lot, and I'm worried and want to do the right thing and go to the police and tell the whole story, but I really don't want to go alone."<br/><br/>He realized he had been kind of rushing the explanation, but he decided to just leave it at that while he waited.