[h3][center][color=purple][b][u]Sakura[/u][/b][/color][/center][/h3]
She kept watching Keiko for a while longer, recognizing her as a possible annoyance that she might need to deal with sooner rather than later. She'd have to read up on who she was later on, as student council president, she had access to all sorts of files on various students. Mostly registration forms and medical dossiers, but there were bound to be interesting clues in there nonetheless. While Suna might have been able to brush Keiko's blatant act of insubordination and clear challenge to the president under the covers, Sakura wasn't exactly known as the type who just let things go or didn't read a lot more into such gestures than she should. For now however, she'd be content with letting Kenshi decide on what to do with her, as was his job.

Her piercing gaze followed her silver-haired chairman leave, trying to get a good read on him. She had set out to motivate the school, but perhaps she ought to pay more attention to her inner circle. Judging from the why he so aggressively stomped off, there were more than a few issues eating away at him. She was far from a psychiatrist, but she might be able to slice away some problems one way or another. 

Just as she was about to follow Kenshi to the dojo and give him a piece of her mind and perhaps another peptalk, another student with a vacant look approached her. The way he looked at her was jut a little unsettling. Rather than to look directly at he, he managed to look straight past her, but very unlike someone who had lost their eyesight entirely. For Sakura, it was an odd confrontation. She was used to staring someone directly in their eyes, though that effect was completely lost on this person, despite the fact that he wasn't entirely blind. It pained her to think that perhaps she wasn't as prepared to deal with some of the students here yet as she had anticipated, despite her confidence.

[color=blue]"Hello, Miss Tasabara. Did I miss an act of compliance?"[/color]

She turned to face him properly, the ordeal of her looking him up and down to gauge his worth probably going completely unnoticed by him.
[i]"You did, more or less anyway. I'm not in the habit of repeating myself however."[/i] She addressed him, her arms still crossed over her chest. Despite the fact that he couldn't see her properly, her particular dominant and authorative stance and tall figure, not to mention her voice were most likely still enough to identify her easily.
[i]"Not to worry, I'll make sure everyone gets the message somehow... And you are~?"[/i]