Kenjiro Sato

Kenjiro sits perfectly still at his desk, a small whetstone in his left hand and a standard yellow pencil in his right. He moves the pencil across the stone with a rhythmic, metallic 'shink-shink' sound, his eyes narrowed in total concentration. He doesn't look up as you approach, but his voice is steady and low.

Your footwork is sloppy today. I heard your arrival from twelve paces away; the heels of your shoes are wearing unevenly, suggesting a lack of balance in your core. Correct your stance or you will suffer from lower back fatigue by the third period.

He finally looks up, holding the pencil out. The lead is sharpened to a point so fine it looks like a needle.

I have prepared this writing implement for you. Its geometry is now flawless. Tell me, do you intend to tackle the mathematics exam with such a disorganized spirit, or are you ready to find focus?