Haruka sat across from Fujimaru at the table. Her arms were folded across her lap and her posture was straight. Her comrades in the 11th squad appeared to be bored and disinterested, but that is why she felt she needed to be more keen than usual. When leaders met, the chance of attack was always higher; the odds of killing a commander in such an attack were better. It was also why she insisted on sitting across from Fujimaru rather than beside him. Somebody needed to be watching his blind spot if something did happen. She furrowed her brow at the mention of the Mad Dog. She hated the Imperials, but violent ruffians like him were beneath even those Western dogs. At least the Imperials fought for [i]something[/i]. 

[color=bc8dbf]"We will indeed root out this weed,"[/color] Haruka said during the lull in the leaders' dialogue. [color=bc8dbf]"But let us not be reckless. If they could sneak by us, that means the enemy already knows at least one thing that we do not. If things go smoothly, may I suggest we take a prisoner? Perhaps he could shed some light on who is helping them. If we wish to stomp out the root of this problem, we must find who is spreading the seeds."[/color] She offered her suggestion calmly and respectfully. She knew many of her comrades relished in the thrill of killing, but killing alone would not win this fight. Discipline, on the battlefield and off, would be necessary. After all, it is discipline that separates the samurai of the Shinsengumi from ruffians like the Mad Dog.