[h2]Adachi Ruriko[/h2]

Ruriko briefly noticed that another girl had come in. But really, she was too busy fuming. That boy... if things had just gone slightly off someone could have seriously gotten hurt. She clenched her fist, averting her eyes from the PE teacher as she did. She just wanted to slap him. Slap him for being such an idiot. Who would ever think that's a good idea?! But... well, the tiny girl couldn't exactly go doing that in front of a teacher. So she sat and fumed. At least, until she realized what the foreign girl had just called her.

"It's Ruriko! Adachi Ruriko!" Ruriko cried, stepping forward. "I even said it earlier!"

After a moment's pause, where she felt rather awkward for her outburst, she continued.

"... I thought a mock battle would be a good training opportunity," said the black-haired girl, her hand brushing Starlight Masamune's hilt reflexively, "It wasn't anything crazy. It's foolish to say crazy. And it was going fine, until we were interrupted."

Ruriko cast a pointed gaze at the boy, for a few moments.

The PE teacher folded her arms, eyes travelling between the students.

Then, she lightly chopped Ruriko on the head. The short girl's eyes widened in surprise, and a little frustration. She hadn't done anything wrong, she'd just wanted to improve her training! She was skilled enough not to need to worry about a supervisor... And then she proceeded to do the same to Jen.

"While there wasn't anything wrong with a mock battle, Adachi-san, having it in the training room? Jeez," she began, "Didn't you think a bit? It's made to take attacks, but a battle's a different story. And White-san... I'm sure you could have had a chance to get someone to supervise it. I would have. I know the both of you know that you need someone watching to have a mock battle. Adachi-san, you should have been more patient. White-san, you should have told her to wait."

Ruriko looked away, still fuming. She was skilled enough... it didn't matter...

Akira shrugged, then looked back over her shoulder at the girl who had just shown up. "It's fine... Nagase-san, right? I think things have cooled off here already."

Then she rounded on the boy, walked over to him... and placed one hand on his head.

"Oi, oi, I know you're his pact," she said, leaning towards his ear as she did, "And a goddess. But I don't care about that. Pulling that sort of thing could have hurt one of them, you know? They know where their weapons are going, you don't."

Akira let him go, sighing. "Jeez... as for you, Matsuoka-kun, you should talk with your pact about taking control."

She glanced back over her shoulder, at the gash in the floor. "... It's a good thing the training room's made to take this sort of thing."