The Terminator

They all sat comfortably on the plush sofas as Tanaka and a maid quietly prepared tea and desserts for the group. 

The faint clinking of porcelain cups against saucers created a soft backdrop to their conversation.

Old Futto, with his ever-dramatic flair, leaned back, puffing out his chest. "Now, Yoshida, we've decided to call our group The Terminators," he announced proudly.

Ayaka's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands together in delight. "That's such a cool name," she praised, her tone sincere.

Haruto, on the other hand, couldn't suppress a chuckle. "Seriously? The Terminators? You've been watching too many old action movies."

Old Futto shot him a mock glare. "Laugh all you want, Haruto. It's a name that strikes fear into our enemies."

"Sure, sure," Haruto said, shaking his head with amusement.

"Alright, back to business," Old Futto said, his tone turning serious as he adjusted his sunglasses.