[center][h2][color=f26522]Rumia Shinrikyo[/color][/h2]

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"[color=f26522]Gotta keep ya fueled up in case we gotta think again, fer real.[/color]"

Steam was released, with the beige flesh now gone and Rumia remaining stationary as she awaited the Swordsman's input. Though as if it were almost on command, there would be an announcement by the Hokage no less. It'd even startle the vehement entity among the group, but would then put her at ease as she processed the information. Well, Tashiro would attempt to chew it for her first, but even the ginger noticed the discrepancy in his analysis. Kyoka would add a layer to confirm the suspicion.

The boy would only earn a squint from the dangerous lass, one few would live through without a beating. Luckily for him, Kyoka was calling the shots, mostly. This hierarchy of initiative would lose its relevance after Hime's share of words. They could work together, or take it from each other. One was a more romanticized version of how things would go down, and the option she seemed to dislike, would be the easiest and the Iwa cousins' favored approach. Extending her hand at the direction of Hime, palm open as if asking for something, she'd address the hyperactive fairy.

"[color=f26522]Or maybe y'all should help yer friends. Ah reckon y'all were ready to throw in da towel 'till mah lovely cousin 'ere racked her brain for all of y'all. Ah say, Kyoka deserves an offering. 'Specially with how ya fellas got those tuff guys all riled up. Ah had to TANK dat last sucka' punch. Took one fer the team. Fer our leader![/color]"

Her extended hand would have its previous shape distort in order to have her index point toward Kyoka as leadership was mentioned. It was a tense thing between Tashiro and Kyoka, as they both showed qualities of a leader. But it was clear what side she spread her butter. With the illustration of her point via gestures made, she'd once against adopt the demanding hand posture. There was definitely an unnaturally intimidating aura surrounding this lass. The way she remained solemn, and stiff, while displaying traits of a short fuse, made the Shinrikyo come off as a bomb ready to blow at any second for any reason.

"[color=f26522]Or maybe if y'all do us this favor ... We could stomp anyone in our way as a team. S'pose as a gank, 'tis should be easy as pie. Beats havin' me prying yer scrolls outta yer hands now, amirite, cuz?[/color]"

A malicious smirk reigned on her expression as this risky, deal-with-the-devil proposition had been brought up. To compliment this semi-threat, the three gathered in the zone they had been conferred for this portion of the exam would witness a shape emerge behind Rumia. A limber, slightly twitchy appendage of sorts, with a jagged end. It bloomed out of her lower back, its origin concealed behind the ginger's shirt. It'd stop 'growing' as it would reach double the height of its progenitor. Swaying left to right, over and over, it would almost seem as if it were calculating the 'pray' presented to it. Showing off her creepy tail tended to work well on racketeering jobs.