Ikuto shot a Enjou a strange look as he was surprised at first question. “ Wait...are you being serious?” Ikuto questioned as he couldn't tell if Enjou was attempting a joke. He looked at Enjou a little more and realized that he was indeed being serious about him introducing himself. “ Oh my god, you are. Oh man, this good, this is real good! “ Ikuto exclaimed as he gotten really excited by this. He moved closer to Enjou like he was going to whisper. “ Alright, Alright, its …... Ikuto Sanpetia.” He said and started to laugh. “ Oh Come on, the only thing different than now and then , is I'm not a regular student. I'm pretty much the same guy.” Ikuto admitted as he didn't act unlike himself that much. “ Still a perv, a cowboy wannabe, an otaku, and I still prefer not to draw out my main weapon at all, so pretty much I'm the same guy.” He mentioned.
He took a step back and stretched his arms. “ I'm an agent of W.H.O, my job is to investigate and retrieve. And this includes hunters as well.” Ikuto mentioned with his arms behind his head. “ Believe it or not, I prefer to keep the body count extremely low.” Ikuto said as he started to take a stroll. “ And with hunters similar to Lupin or Goemon in the school, it may pose a bigger problem than those “vampire students ” accidentally infecting the student population. “ He continued as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. He had expected them to follow him to somewhere else in the park. “ The reason , I'm doing this and telling you all this is because, I know you guys, know better. You guys think first than act, handle weirdness better than most, and most importantly able to keep a rational mind amidst chaos.”
“ I'm not going to ask any of you to help me with what I do. All I ask if you need help with something give me a holla.” Ikuto explained, as that was pretty much his whole reason for pulling this stunt. " That's pretty much it." He added " Any further questions?"
"Fate smiles on the strange. So its a good thing, I'm the strangest of all." - William Livingstone, Cirque de la Nuit