Shirazumi was watching the robotics club beat down each of their fellow robots in a test match for the upcoming robotics competition. There was nothing left to do for today, all the preparations were complete save for the finishing aesthetic touches on the booths. The only thing they were left unprepared for was the mysterious team event which was proclaimed to be the technology of the year, but so were the other schools. His gaze followed a fellow female student who was making her way out of school. She was from his class, seemed to have taken every single elective class which was available. A thought struck him, perhaps she may not be participating in the festival. But as a fellow student, he was taught not to let anyone of his members fall behind, lest they bring the school's prestigious standards down.<br/><br/>Shirazumi hefted the case of books over his shoulder and walked after her. He checked his watch, it was almost time for the evening announcements, and he might hear some interesting news, just like the one a month ago.<br/><br/>He caught up with her as he finally wondered where was she going after nearly losing her at many bends. "Hey," he realised that her name was burrowed somewhere in his memory and continued a second later after her had her name firmly in mind, "Zakura! Got a moment? Are you joining any event in the festival?"<br/><br/>Just then, the announcement chimes rung across the entire district. "The time now is one-seven three-zero. There are two announcements today. The first message is a reminder that the sports festival is in one weeks time, all citizens or students with visiting relatives and friends are reminded to ensure that an administrative slot has been reserved for them.<br/><br/>The second message is a suggestion for students to keep watch for the one-nine zero-zero news. There will be the report of the newly instated festival competition which will be using the state-of-the art Cortexwave technology.<br/><br/>That concludes the evening announcements for today. Students of the applicable reference are to return to their dorms by one-eight zero-zero. Thank you." The closing chime rang and it was silent again.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>"Yes. What does it say if you have just finished your day's work when the Zassou students and leisurely strolling around? A. They are stacking or B. they have finished their work! And it is obviously not A, knowing how super strict their schooling regime is. Which leaves use with my conclusion: we need to super fast!" She lifted her cap and waved it in Ryunosuke's face, trying to force her meaning onto him. She turned to follow Kihaku's gaze a moment later to the stall and rested her hands on her hips.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Alyssa steered the vehicle down a two-lane street, keeping a close eye on both the street and the pavement. She had spotted several students and Skill outs alike, pulling minor crimes in this area.<br/><br/>There was talk among the others however that street racing was getting more and more popular. She had never seen one but she set herself never to let anyone off so lightly if she had ever caught one of them.<br/><br/>However, the one which had ticked her off the most was jaywalking morons; she had managed to halt her vehicle in time and the idiot actually kicked her vehicle, which was not a wise thing to to especially when it bore the Anti-Skill symbol on its front.<br/><br/>She had followed this road every alternating day as a non-paying patrol. But in truth, the reason why she took the trouble doing this was because she had to look after a special bunch of youths in order to keep their cells from being tampered with again. She drove past the row of vending machines and turned into a multi-story car park. The engine fell silent as she unplugged the keys and slipped it into her pocket. She removed the padded Shieldtip vest that was the standard issue for officers in her line of jobs before grabbing a bag of drinks which she had bought from a street side stall earlier.