[Saying that Wataru wasn't very smart was like saying "the grass is green" or "dogs like to sniff other dogs' butts;" it was just a fact. Wataru had gone through enough elementary school to know how to read some English. He went through a couple weeks of high school, only to start a violin enthusiasts club and save the world from the resurrected King of Hell. Beyond that, he had not really gone to school, and even when he was in school he didn't do very well in anything that wasn't music related. Therefore, going to a class was very strange for the young luthier. He was obviously out of place by using blank sheet music to take notes with (it was either that or sketch paper, but he wanted lines to write on). When called on to introduce himself, he gave his full name shyly and informed the class that he was the violin-maker at Kurenai Violins & Repair. Though he had forgone wearing the sling, his arm was still bandaged underneath his purple hoodie and t-shirt adorned with an apple core, and for once he wore a pair of blue jeans, though they were a bright turquoise blue-green. Around his neck he was wearing his usual beige scarf and he kept his eyes averted as he introduced himself.]

[He kept himself near the back and tried very hard to scribble notes, but only seemed to be scribbling musical notes instead. Lifestyles, morals, ethics, societies, politics - these were all things Wataru was pretty much uninterested in. The talk of those other planets also just made his little head spin. He opted to just scribble the musical notes, which turned out to be the notes for a Bach sonata, and waited for class to end.]

[Before the end, however, Wataru had only one very important question to ask. He raised a hand.]

Um... will there be talk of the music of other planets?

[He didn't care about China Town or Delphon or even The Library; all he cared about was the music.]