Henrique stumbled into what might have been his first class of the day, but possibly could have been a completely different class. Right now, he wasn't sure and didn't really care. It was too @€%# early in the morning to be awake and especially too early to be learning. It's been a long time since Henry went to school, so he wasn't sure if they expected work to be done on the first day.
The tall Brazillian man slumped in a seat in the far back and took a long drink from his flask. Today, it was filled with coffee--really good coffee made from fresh grounds, one of the things he brought to Japan--but it's former use was reserved for harder things, as the drinking age in Brazil was 18. But today he needed to wake up, and the flask happened to be empty at the time.
Henrique took a look around. The room was already occupied by a lot of kids and filling up as he thought. Most of them wore similar outfits, which made him laugh. They all looked like little rich kids with a dress code: knee high socks, bland colors, designer brand clothes, etc.. The girls wore skirts that were long and the boys wore ties. They better not try to make me wear a tie. He flew through the field exam with the second highest hero point total, so he deserves some leeway, in his opinion. Right now, he was wearing a Ronaldinho jersey and khaki shorts.