Chiyo listened close to Rose’s explanation of things with a tilt of her head before saying, [color=bc8dbf]“I see. Well I’ve come to help in any way I can.”[/color]

She paused briefly before continuing, seeming to think of her next words.

[color=bc8dbf]“Actually, I’m from the neighboring town, Kazamino City. The one next to Mitakihara?  Frankly, I think I’m a little tired of working on my own so it’s nice to be with girls similar to me for once. So I’m willing to learn all that you can teach me,”[/color] she said with a bow.

The dark haired girl smiled before giving Nanako another pat on her head. Turning on her heels, she followed the rest of the group without grabbing a cup of tea or a snack for herself. She did raise an eye though at Emiri’s familiar summoning before entering the rain soaked area that would become a battlefield in a few moments. She took a seat next to Miyako, hands placed on her lap neatly.

[color=bc8dbf]“So what brings you out to Miso City?”[/color] she asked kindly, trying to make small talk. [color=bc8dbf]“Were you summoned by the Contractor as well?”[/color]

In the beat of the rain, Akame nodded to Emiri’s words. It wasn’t her intention to aim for the younger girl’s Soul Gem, but she was grateful that her fellow Magical Girl would step in if needed. The Contractor jumped away from her shoulder just then and bounded over to land in Emiri’s lap. It shook itself dry before cuddling up in the golden Magical Girl’s arms.

The show was about to begin.

Elise spoke aloud three times. Two questions and a statement. When the first question was spoken, Akame drew her Chokuto in one clean motion without fully transforming into her Magical Girl attire. When the second question was asked, Akame was already about a foot away from the other girl. By the time Elise had finished proclaiming her insult, Akame was already slicing away effortlessly.

Akame was using only one hand. To the two who knew her, they would note that she was regularly a two handed fighter. It was obvious she was holding back significantly, and with good reason for it.

Each of her swings had the force of a freight train behind them and she did not lower her speed. She simply kept slashing in consecutive strikes, moving so fast that it looked like after-images of her blows were being witnessed. She did not speak, did not flinch, only slicing away like a machine.

Whether Elise was going to do anything about it had yet to be seen.