<div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/008/e/7/Emo_Boy_by_Kisuru1994.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mori Koji<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Combat class/Armina's class<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Other team mates of the team Wild Marmet (WMTT) and Armina Horowitz<br/><br/>Mori Koji listened Professor Armina Horowitz to scold him with his head lowered. That was not the first time, neither would it be the last time. Mori Koji had indeed learned that actions were better than words but from a completely different perspective of Professor Armina Horowitz. Quietly, his struggle was to prevent his eyes from reddening. He swallowed dry, took a deep breath and blinked several times. It had not worked many times before and there was no reason to work.<br/><br/>But it worked. Mori Koji was slowly starting to build inside the will to win. Departing  from the fear of humiliation - the mere idea that Welkin Graham or the other gorgeous stranger girl could later mock at him - gave him strength to resist.<br/><br/>Even so, Mori Koji was not yet ripe enough for life. His hands shook as the lonely boy wanted to hold the hand of the pretty Oriental girl - Miss Ming, according to Professor Armina Horowitz -, and ask her to stop. There was no pointing in arguing with authority, even though Mori Koji had absolutely loved her words and attitude. Not like Gureisi Keri, but certainly as honorable. Quietly, all left to Mori Koji was to pray for Miss Ming to make the right decision. May the Dust be with Miss Ming.<br/><br/>