Sento received a message to come meet him in the bathroom.

"What's going on, I'm here," no nonsense and straight to the point.

He punched whoever sprung out of the stall, only to get covered up by a snake mask. His limbs were quickly tied up and covered in a casket before getting wheeled out. The mask came off and he found himself in another room.

"Wait, you're," spotting a kid laughing on top of a desk.

Sento had dark hair that went lower to his face, a subdued look, red eyes that would strike fear into the purest of souls, and blue and black clothing that echoed as tryhard to some and fashionably unrestrained to others.

The laughter of the sly fox came from the yellow haired boy with hair gelled high enough to appear as a character from a graphic novel, wearing paint across his face that looked similar to whiskers.

"Menma." He groaned. "What's this about?"

"I want you to be my partner this year. We're gonna enter the regional talent competition this year."

He rolled his eyes. "What a loser."

"Why not. You're only in one club anyways, you have the time."

"As if. And even if you could win, there's somebody I need to beat your skills can't possibly reach."

"Well, I want to be the greatest magician in the world. Can't we work together to get what we want?"

"Are you that naive?"

"It's called confidence, believe it!"

"I'll believe it when I see it. You couldn't trick anyone under the age of 12."

Menma grinned and called his bluff. "Come at me!"

"Fine," rushing straight through, only for Menma to vanish right before his eyes. The next thing he knew, multiple versions of Menma rocketed out in the air. Sento easily smacked a few of them back, all of which popped into brief versions of smoke. Just as he noticed who the real one was, it popped in front of him, and Menma grabbed him from behind, in place.

"You turned the entire classroom into your own sound stage?"

"Mhmm," laughing in his ears.

Sento flipped him over onto the slicing saw blade, trying to lock him in, but Menma slipped underneath, trading fists and punches that almost led the brunette with any advantage until he heard something underneath.

Another "clone" attempted to uppercut him, but Sento grabbed it and kicked it into the blonde. As Menma tried to recover, he grabbed the rope and tied him into his clone, pinning him down to the ground with full sweat.

"I was so close, dang it!"

"So that's why you were in the club room for a while," laughing. "I admit, you almost got me," seeing the cards on the floor. "You had different cards on floor tiles that'd open up for where I stood, didn't you?"

"You figured it out? Come on, let's go at it again!"

He struck two fingers onto Menma's forehead.

"Maybe next time."

He walked away, wiping his face with embarrassment.

"Wait, then, you'll come?"

He shrugged. "Combining martial arts and magic. Sounds stupid enough to work," walking away, but not before signing the papers.

"I can't believe I said yes," gazing back at Menma started cheering and flipping around.