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A night passed, one that was spent sewing and sleeping. Whether it was a blessing or a bane, it turned out that most of her other teammates were quiet as well, other than that one super-excitable hyperactive pink-haired moeblob in fantasy armor that can’t shut the fuck up for half a minute. At the very least, her attentions were mostly directed towards the red-headed swordswoman, so Shinobu wasn’t in the spotlight much at all. She still pricked her fingers with the needle a few times though, whenever Juniper let out a particularly ear-grating exclamation.

In the end, though, Shinobu managed to digest her food without any problems, had some time for light exercise, got some ointments and bandages for the superficial wounds she received during the entrance exams, and finished patching up her torn pants. After that, she fell into a blissful eight hour sleep that was deep enough to block out the overt lesbian overtones that emanated from Juniper’s midnight ‘arrangement’ with Kurenai.

Ultimately, her impressions of her new teammates were…middling.

Juniper was hyperactive and stupidly strong.

Kurenai was quiet and even more stupidly strong.

Erisa was shy and also stupidly strong.

And, naturally, they were all taller than her and had fancier weapons than her Remembrance. Like, she could understand that Erisa, being a youkai, would have a bigass bow, and that Juniper, being a meathead, would have a bigass pick, but how rich was Kurenai, carrying around SEVEN FLUX-powered swords? She didn’t even have that many limbs!

There was no point in questioning it though. Maybe the sword maiden’s power was something stupidly strong as well, like Telekinesis.

With those envious, bitter thoughts hidden under a mask of neutrality, the doll-like girl arrived once more at the entrance hall of the Academy. The sun was about to set soon, which meant that it was now time for the ‘practical’ portions of Akatsuki Academy. It was written on the brochures, about how students were expected to do ‘missions’ in order to maintain or upgrade their status within the Academy.

Standing behind the rest of her rather impressive team, Shinobu closed her eyes and listened to Ellie’s innuendo-filled speech, sighing at how all this power has made the administration of the school rather lazy. Ball-busting Reiko, apparently one of the strongest Chasers, apparently had to deal with her period. Meanwhile, Headmistress Aria, an immortal presence that probably played a significant part in the battle against Tsukuyomi, was sleeping late.

God dammit, she was jealous as fuck, about how they could get away with lazing about like this.

As Ellie’s speech continued on, however, Shinobu’s pale complexion became even paler. It wasn’t about the fear of practical combat training, but rather that the monitors were going to be…Dana. Fucking shark-toothed, psycho-trash Dana. The same Dana that teleports fucking everywhere like a broken piece of shit and literally has weapons that can be summoned from fucking portals. The same Dana that’s probably going to teleport onto Shinobu while she was in some compromising position. Like hanging off the side of cliff or shitting out half her weight in the toilets.

God fucking dammit!

After a moment, though, the girl calmed down. Dana was just going to be a monitor this time. And a monitor didn’t get involved. So as long as Shinobu could shut out the heckling from the peanut gallery, it should be fine.

Yup.

Totally fine.

She nodded her head to confirm it, before speaking up.

[b]“We won’t find Dana.”[/b]

A pause, for some added suspense and horror.

[b]“Dana will find us.”[/b]