Atasuke had been idly sweeping the floor, sighing as he moved the debris into a corner so that he could properly toss it in the trash when the table shards were picked up. He was nearly finished, only stopping when he noticed that Amami was having a difficult time with a single shard, raising an eyebrow as he watched her face slowly begin to redden the more frustrated she got. It was humorous, in a sense, knowing that these kids were having a difficult time sweeping floors and cooking rice. After all, how pathetic did you have to be to not know the basics of living? Yet, he wasn't angry or upset; he was happy, rather, seeing as the youth of today were still as persistent and focused as ever.

"Amami-san, you are over-thinking it." Atasuke informed her, smiling as he bent down to pick up the shard of wood, and placing it into the trashcan that was near him. He shrugged, before giving her a quick wink. "Remember, getting frustrated serves no purpose. A master has failed more times than a beginner has even tried." 

Isabella was an exception, however. She was probably doomed from the start. 

He was about to return to his work, but Shuu spoke up, saying something that the Worker's blood run cold. 

"T-Tournament?" Atasuke stammered, letting the broom clatter audibly to the floor before raising his hands in front of him. "I-I'm useless! You know I don't have any special powers, Shuu-kun."