Sakura didn't move from behind the wall, but her eyes over the scarf did take on a harder glint as Jin agreed to help the Drama Club President.

"Whatever happened back... there, Those things tried to hurt my f-friend." She said, "If Jin is going, I won't stay behind. This time, I'll be prepared." Finally stepping out from behind her cover, Sakura revealed what she had been concealing in her right hand. Six feet of lacquered wood, capped at both ends with iron, shone in the morning sunlight. She held the weighted staff loosely but firmly, swinging it up and around, rotating it once, and ending with it clenched in both hands across her body.

"I'm stronger than I look, and Jin has always been a better shot than me. If we have to fight again, let me take the front lines." The scarf that had been covering her face before had slipped, revealing a determined set to her jaw. If she noticed her lack of cover, she didn't give any outward sign of it. It seemed an entirely different person had taken her place.