[h3][center][color=purple][b][u]Sakura[/u][/b][/color][/center][/h3]
Her expectations had never been to instantly manage to motivate the student body as her ultimate goal was, but judging from the responses in the crowd, she had done more damage than good right now. Either way, she could be somewhat content. Her little speech had been effective on two fronts. First off it had made her more well known among the students, if she truly wanted to have an effect on people, they needed to know who she was, what she stood for and how far she was willing to go for it. On the other hand, it had created conflict. While it wasn't exactly Sakura's preferred method, conflict meant movement. By creating conflict, she wouldn't allow anyone to sink away into a depression or take their lives for granted, they had to work and build aspiration and ambition. If they couldn't handle her in Yamaku, then they would get eaten alive in the real world after graduation.

From the corner of her eyes, she spotted a girl cringing and collapsing onto her knees, seemingly on the verge of tears from the looks of it. While her expression betrayed nothing, regarding the girl with cold detachment, she did feel sorry for the girl at her core. However it was a necessary transition that she was supposed to face. Sakura's methods were harsh and uncompromising, girls like these would no doubt be caught in the middle of it had have it the roughest, but Sakura was certain that they would emerge stronger in the end. That was what this school was all about, wasn't it?

She gave Kenshi a small frown, not entirely appreciating his tone of voice. However, she couldn't help the corners of her lips being pulled upwards slightly in a small, mischievous smile. Contrary to what Kenshi might have meant, crazy was hardly an insult to Sakura. In fact, she regarded it as a compliment. 
[i]"I do try my best, chairman."[/i]
 She responded almost teasingly, allowing him to take the stage directly after her.

With her arms crossed over her chest, just underneath her bust, she took it upon herself to scan the crowd as Kenshi added in his own two cents on the changes they were planning to make. As far as she was concerned, Kenshi seemed to want to instill just a little too much fear into the students than was necessary, but she was willing to grant him the freedom to do as he wanted to enforce the school rules for now. The rules were his concern, the spirit and soul of the school were hers. As long as he didn't try to outshine or even overthrow her, his fearsome demeanor could prove useful against anyone who wanted to oppose her directly.

As fortune would have it, such a challenge came only seconds after the chairman had stopped talking. 

The president had been keeping an eye out among the crowd for a while now, trying to gauge the mood of the students during the speeches. Her eyes narrowed as she picked up a girl waving towards her, obviously intent on getting her attention. Once the girl had made sure Sakura was looking, she ostentatiously dropped a ball of paper onto the ground. How extremely petty. It was all Sakura could do to keep herself from groaning out in annoyance at the random act of defiance simply for the sake of defiance. 

[i]"Chairm-..." [/i]
She started out, almost beckoning Kenshi towards the perpetrator, though changed her mind as an expressionless male student seemed to fix the situation for her. Trying to keep the delinquent's gaze, she simply stood her ground, a wide, victorious smile forming on her lips while giving a grateful nod towards the male student. She'd already won the first challenge to her authority, and she didn't even have to lift a finger to do so. 

[i]"It seems some of you at least know proper conduct."[/i]