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Aya was late to the gathering in the teacher's lounge. The Ayame High School gym teacher had been preoccupied working at the front gate that morning. Naturally though, she'd managed to be up early enough to get a full workout in at her apartment AND jog to the school. A side effect of her grandfather's brutal training regimen when she was younger. Despite no longer being the heir to her family's dojo and legacy, Aya could never totally give up the practices she'd had drilled into her head at a very young age. 

Upon arriving at Ayame High it was Aya's job to greet all the students at the school gate. The rules required all students to be in class before 8:30 and then the gate would be shut. Given Ayame High's prestigious reputation, it was very rare for any student to be late. The few stragglers who showed up even picked up their pace once they caught sight of Aya. Her cheerful smile and shouts of [color=gold][i]"Pick up your feet! You won't succeed if you're slow!"[/i][/color] perked up even the slowest of children. Despite not being a mother herself, Aya found a certain degree of satisfaction being tasked with the well-being of the kids at Ayame. Being entrusted with the next generation of Japan felt like a natural extension of her old life and she relished the idea that she was contributing to the future of her country. 

Eventually, the last of the students worked their way through the gate and Aya - seeing she still had some time before classes started - decided to check in with her colleagues in the teacher's lounge. No doubt some of them would be in a sour mood this Monday morning, but that just meant Aya could pester them with a martial arts session after school to help their mood. Nothing was better than getting your adrenaline fix to turn your day around after all! Stretching her arms as she walked, Aya made her way into the building and opened the door to the teacher's lounge. 

You could imagine her shock upon opening the door just in time to see a strange little bug-girl-thing crash into the window and begin shouting at the gathering of women. [color=fff200]"Heyyyy, you've gotta help! Someone's in trouble!"[/color] Almost immediately, there occurred a shift in Aya's body language. Stiffening up, she locked eyes with the little creature and her grip on the lounge door tightened, [color=gold][i]"Someone's in trouble?! Who? It's not one of the children is it??"[/i][/color]