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[h2][color=fuchsia][b]Aoi Don Maquia[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

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To her massive surprise, Yamato accepted the treat she offered him, something that she would not expect in a million years. Then again he was probably hungry after taking down all these goons and could use a bit of calories to get back in the game at full speed. In exchange, she happily accepted the water the prodigy offered, beaming at the boy as he'd blather on about how much he didn't care and all that typical adolescent stuff, not that Aoi was spared from in any case especially considering her behavior in combat. She chugged down the water, the heat of the desert accentuating her thirst for a bit of hydration in her dry mouth even though she had used a large scale water technique just recently. She'd exhale strongly after drinking such a large quantity, something she'd regret in about an hour as they had a long journey to go through and breaks weren't very well received by Tsukiko-sensei. 

With Tsukiko's remark on the chocolate, Aoi would first look at the chocolate bar she hadn't finished eating and then look at Tsukiko as a whole. The clown noticed that her sensei's silhouette wasn't exactly the thinnest girl in town and her posterior wasn't all just muscle either. Aoi snickered silently, eating on her chocolate bar despite her captain's advance. All the while she'd rub her tummy and feel its flatness, realizing that even if she lacked well defined forms and muscles, she had little to no excess fat in the areas. Then again with all these little contortionist tricks and her general petite morphology made it all the more easier for her to keep this shape. The only downside would be bellow average sized breasts, which oddly enough never really left her with a complex. A very flexible girl was much sexier than a big titted one anyway. 

Most of her team was now scavenging from interesting free stuff to loot from the corpses. The gypsy-carny in her couldn't resist the temptation and followed Tsukiko and Yamato's example by grave robbing the people they had just murdered. It didn't bother her one bit as it wasn't against the rules or anything, plus the word honor meant little to nothing to people like her. First off, she slipped off her a sleeve a white cloth she'd usually use in combat for specific approaches. Here, she'd stock up on random metallic junk she'd later sell in the flea market for an extra buck, definitely gypsy style. Random knives, blades, scraps of metal, etc. Sometimes she'd stumble upon jewelry, and she'd quickly snatch those while the others weren't looking. Money was also common and she couldn't ignore that. 

'[color=fuchsia][i]Oh, what are these... White Eyes to the Moon, Grognak the Barbarian, The Four Sage Gods? Maybe Daiki or Shin didn't read these ones yet~ Guess who won't have to pay for a birthday gift this year~[/i][/color]'

She'd tell herself in her mind as she dug into the backpack of one of the deceased, robbing them of many goods and comic books they had been travelling with apparently, and of course she could only fluidly read them due to their popularity (and images). Upon searching further, she'd eventually find a small, golden necklace with little sapphire rocks decorating it. It was beautiful, or at least in first glance. She'd be interrupted by Yamato, preventing her from examining the antique any further and simply pocketed it. He was ready to go and it was indeed a wise choice to head back. She'd jump on both her hands and walk with them right up to Yamato, avoiding the many corpses along the way. When she'd reach her group, she'd stand normally and await further orders. 

"[color=fuchsia]Captain Tsukiko-sensei, I'm ready to finish the mission! Tip top 100%~ No signs of going out of shape either, ma'am![/color]"