Sayuri followed Sam quietly as he brought her to Sage Class.

He was telling her about the school rules and what Sage Class was all about. She was a bit shocked at the sort of things Sage Class members were allowed to do.

That hadn't been in the report. It only stated that it was an elite class and she had assumed it just meant the best of the best, but classes ran as per normal.

Why wasn't that in the report?

Was the Clan's intelligence division that bad? Or was the information never made public? Either way, it did not bode well for the Clan. She should raise this up with her grandfather. How hard could it have been to find out this sort of information from a public school?

"Everyone, this is Sayuri Hinata, our new classmate," Sam said as they entered the class.

There was a chorus of welcome greetings and each person in there shouted their own names. Sayuri's head reeled at the rather lax and informal attitude of the supposed Elite Class. She had thought they'd be aloof or too busy in their own worlds to take note of anyone around.

"As you're new, just take this week to familiarise yourself with the class," Sam said as they reached the Sage Class. When she entered, she was shocked senseless yet again at its rather free and luxurious layout.

She hadn't bothered to check out this classroom since it was well, just a classroom. What sort of secret could it hold? So, she had only gone through Kyle's room and the Student Council Room. The latter was a place she thought she could get some private information about Kyle but sadly, nothing there.

So. yet again, she was caught completely unawares yet again. She started ticking in her head the number of things that she had not been doing properly. This set her thinking. Was this perhaps why the Clan's intelligence report was also lacking? Their thinking and mentality towards information gathering had something missing.

This just would not do.

She would have to go through a thorough check-list once school was over.

"That's your desk," Sam said, pointing to one area at the far corner, "We put it there for the time being, but you're free to move it anywhere you want, so long as it doesn't affect the common areas."

"Which would be which area, exactly?" Sayuri asked since the room was not in the usual 'classroom' style layout. To her, anything that didn't have a desk and table on it meant it was a common area.

"This," Sam indicated a place that had bean bags and cushions strewn on the floor, "And the kitchenette."

"If you do want to move, just let us know and we'll help you," Sam said, "Don't move it by yourself, okay?"

"Okay," Sayuri answered, "And thank you, Senior Samuel."

Sam grimaced and said, "Just Sam, please. We're classmates so there's no 'senior' or 'junior' here. Having the one rigidly formal Beatrice call me Samuel is more than enough."

"Hey! I heard that!" Beatrice shouted.

"You're meant to!!" Sam shouted back, "When are you going to start calling me Sam, anyway?!"

"When you get married to Betty," she shot back, "I'm only informal to family."

Sam's wide-open mouth of shock, followed by a red face that he quickly tried to hide, made Beatrice smile widely.

Xing Han slid over to Beatrice and put his palm up towards her. She looked at him in puzzlement and he rolled his eyes. He took her hand and smacked it to his, making her give him a high five.

"Good one, Beatrice!" Xing Han complimented and gave her two thumbs up.

Beatrice was starting to 'loosen up' but still needed work, Xing Han thought to himself.

Still, it was a good start.

Once Sam had his blushing under control, he cleared his throat and turned to face Sayuri again.

"One last thing," he said, "Please write up a report about what you want to do in the future and your plans to achieve it. Kyle will be back next week, so the report needs to be ready by then."

"Wait. Report?" Sayuri asked, "Sure, but why must it be ready by the time Kyle gets back?"

"Because he's the one that will evaluate it and propose the most suitable method in order to achieve it," Sam explained.

"Kyle," Sayuri said slowly, her mind slowly processing this information, "As in, a 14-year-old boy is going to plan out how to achieve my life's goal? No offense, but that's seriously ridiculous."

Sam raised an eyebrow at that but before he could explain, Xing Han had already exploded, "How dare you!"

He stomped over, pointing a finger at her as he approached, "You you ... you Neanderthal!!"