There's A Poetic Irony That Negi Can't Function Without...
[A hot spring car. Quite literally a Japanese-styled communal bath house situated in the cars.
Negi sort of stared for a long moment, remembering the dorm room baths and with a sigh and slight reluctance (he was ten, he hated to bathe), he went inside, hanging his school jacket on a rack.]
At least it isn't mixed, [Negi muttered to himself, completely missing the sign "Mixed Bathing. Doom Behest Those Who Are From Harem Series"
Run Negi, you not know your peril.]
Negi sort of stared for a long moment, remembering the dorm room baths and with a sigh and slight reluctance (he was ten, he hated to bathe), he went inside, hanging his school jacket on a rack.]
At least it isn't mixed, [Negi muttered to himself, completely missing the sign "Mixed Bathing. Doom Behest Those Who Are From Harem Series"
Run Negi, you not know your peril.]