So he was level five. Explained his arrogance.<span style="font-style: italic">Still might have to knock him down a notch.</span>Sato smiled at that thought. He personally wasnâ€™t much weaker, esper wise at least, then a fresh level five.<span style="font-style: italic">Might be a fun fight.</span><br/>Sato held his hand out to Ryuunosuke. He wasnâ€™t going to start a fight in front of Isana, and if this was her friend he would try his best not to hit him. But if he pushed itâ€¦.â€œ<br/><br/>Hey. You can call me Akira or Sato. Either is fine.â€ Sato smiled at him. Gah, how he wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face. If it wasnâ€™t for Isanaâ€™s presence he probably would. The fact that made it worse was that they would be teammates. It made Sato grimace on the inside.<br/><br/>His phone began vibrating and he reached in his pocket to turn it off. He looked at who was calling him and froze.<span style="font-style: italic">Ah shitâ€¦ </span><br/><br/>He looked then at Isana, hoping that she didnâ€™t notice his panic. Against his self preservation instincts he declined the call and turned his phone off. This wouldnâ€™t end well.