"Are you new here? Need any help getting around?" An observant look darting to-and-fro admist the sea of faces who began to fill into the school much like rank and file fish swimming along a well-co-ordinated shoal, he of course was more like a catfish caught within a shuffle of tuna. Scanning about to the source that had beckoned him, his eyes eventually pinpointing to a fellow who stood only a few inches to his blind area. From the looks of it, he had short somewhat un-kept hair with crimson streaks littered throughout, he looked more like a character from a fighting game than any student he was use to seeing, although that statement could  easily apply to himself from the viewpoint of the other student.<br/><br/>He was a bit taller than most students, but not unusually so, though less than he and he weighed about 30 or so lbs lighter. From his initial appraisal, Amir assumed he was most likely a 2nd or 3rd year, Like himself. Thinking carefully about his next few words, he spoke "Watashi wa amīru kara Uganda no gozen, Anata wa namae desu ka? His command of Japanese was surprisingly strong , his pronunciation sounded crisp and  natural though a slight accent lingered at the end of every sentence or so.  Amir would extend himself in a light bow toward the stranger, before turning gaze to Miyagi High.<br/><br/>"There is something you could help me with, perhaps if you're not too busy,  a tour of the school...Though I am a enrolled as a third year, this is actually my first day, you can probably tell ". A hand resting along his broad-like shoulder blade, massaging his neck muscles. He seemed a bit tightly wound.<br/><br/><br/><br/>