[h2]Hoshino Akira[/h2]

"Oi oi, when I said everyone leave and cool down, that meant you too, goddess," said a sighing Akira, placing her hand on the boy's shoulder ... and forcing him down to her level again, leaving him a casualty in her attempts to admonish a deity once more. Really, this was just getting way too out of hand. Next time she had any of the students in her PE class, she'd have to work them extra hard so they could get these frustrations out. That only made sense, didn't it?

Her hand still forcing the boy down, she glanced over towards the girl who had entered later.

"The room should still be working fine," she explained, "I'll even be hanging around to make sure nothing else happens here. Even if they're not typically damaged like that, they're made to handle this kind of thing. The floor's not going to stop the simulations from working."

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[h2]Adachi Ruriko[/h2]

Ruriko's irritable march out of the training room continued, even as she heard the commotion behind her. That didn't matter, aside from making her a fair bit more annoyed about everything involved in the situation. The mock battle she'd started had been completely ruined. She'd have to train elsewhere. Someone with less stupid people. There were other training rooms, or she could even simply head home... yes, going home could also pose an excellent option. The Adachi family mansion held a rather large outdoor area that could allow for training.

Ruriko would simply pick the option that lead to the least annoyance.

But then another girl ran right into her. The tiny black-haired girl stumbled back for a moment with a yelp of surprise, before catching herself. Her annoyance swelled, after nearly being knocked over, and she looked up at the other girl in frustration. Really? She must not have been watching where she was going at all.

"It's probably around five," Ruriko said, irritation evident in her tone, "But your inattentiveness makes me wonder exactly how much training would help you."