"They can make weapons, they can make metal string too. Every pen you have already has some metal wire inside curled around the plastic core to make it possible for the pen to open and close. One bit of it is about seven centimeters long. You can do the math from there on." Aya sighed and popped the rest of the bellpepper into his mouth. It was possible to curl the wire around itself on your own as well. He had tried, and got his fingers bloody and hurting, but who said anything around here would be easy?

"But you're right. There's not enough space at the hallways at least for using his weapon." He picked another piece of vegetable and looked straight at Ken. He felt peaceful. He could see the bruises on Ken's face, feel his own, knew it wouldn't be the last time they'd solve troubles by fists with Ken, and yet this did not feel awkward.