Sakamori’s attention snapped back to the boy. How could she forget?

[color=8493ca]“Ah, of course Ojima-kun. Right away.”[/color]

She turned back to the girls.

[color=8493ca]“Well girls, I hope you have a faculty member supervising your mock battle, as the academy protocol states. I can gladly supervise after my spar with Ojima-kun,”[/color] Sakamori smiled sagely at the students. [color=8493ca]“We’ll be on our way then.”[/color]

The teacher strode towards their original destination but paused by Adachi to add something.

[color=8493ca]“Adachi-kun, could you please inform another faculty member about my spar with Ojima-kun? It would be nice to have another supervisor in the room. I apologise for the inconvenience.”[/color]

There was no guarantee on how her business with Ojima would turn out. She was quite the seasoned fighter and had confidence in her abilities, but Ojima’s potential berserk nature still worried, [i]frightened[/i] her even, to a small extent. But she had to remain professional. It would take too long for Sakamori to go to the faculty office herself, so she was forced to send Adachi. Ojima’s nerve wouldn’t hold out for much longer.

Sakamori and the boy soon reached the training room. She set the room settings to a simple dojo before turning to Ojima.

[color=8493ca]“I’m going to change now, we’ll begin soon. Let me just say now that I’m quite happy, proud even, that you’ve agreed to start taking steps to your recovery.”[/color]

And with that she went into the change room to change into her aikido uniform. She left her work clothes neatly folded on the bench and tied her hair back. As she put her things away she eyed the silver bracelet on her wrist that held her Pact. She had suggested a Ritual Technology-free fight and she intended to go through with that suggestion, but… 

No, this was a matter of trust. Sakamori would not mislead her student like that. So she left the bracelet with her clothes, praying that it wouldn’t be a mistake. She took a swig from her flask for good measure. And another. And another. The specially brewed spirit made by a family associate took effect soon enough. Barely tipsy so far. She tucked the flask into an inner pocket of her uniform. After a moment’s hesitation, she tucked the Ritual Device into her pocket too and exited the change room.

[color=8493ca]“Ready to go.”[/color]

[@Renny]