[B]MATSUOKA MINORU[/B]

Oh.

I glance away from the short girl's face for a second, my eyes landing on the frightening blade she had just unsheathed. It seemed to gleam threateningly in the light, and I unconsciously try and take a step back. Except ... my feet refused to budge from their position, almost like an old oak that had grown its roots so far into the earth that not even an earthquake could rip it free from the dirt. While I'm of one mind with this girl in regards to getting some training in, I hadn't exactly been thinking of fighting somebody who looked very eager to inflict some violence. Live fighting experience would be incredibly useful, true, but I want to find out how I fare against simulators instead of people with experience first. Start off small.

She can fight the white girl. I'll be alright with just the simulators for now. I shoot her an easy smile, before opening my mouth to speak.

"[color=00a651]It's fine mate,[/color] [color=00aeef]but don'tcha go easy on me![/color]"

My mind stops for a moment, unsure of what I had just uttered. My mouth had taken a life of its own, immediately changing the entire meaning behind what I had wanted to say. It was really nefarious, the way Cloacina could so easily control my body. There's no way I could backpedal out of it now, if the short girl's attitude was any indication. I had, well, to any outside observer, just signed myself up for a beating at the hands of the sword-wielder.

[color=00aeef]You need a challenge, Matsuoka![/color]

I guess it's the nurse's office for me later.