Kasumi merely nodded, saying "I respect your decision, Ashikabi-sama." With that, she stood and stretched, carefully pick her axe up and adding "Ashikabi-sama, should things get...unsavory tomorrow, please stay behind me. I'm sure you are a quite capable fighter but I doubt you can keep pace with a Sekirei. Please leave all the fighting to me, just as I will leave all the talking to you. Also, as I have been alternating between the two, I would like to ask, would you prefer it if I were to call you Amane-sama, Ashikabi-sama, or perhaps your surname."
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Amami

Amami nodded to Mao, saying "Yeah, alright Mao, I'm okay with you testing whoever we group up with. So, uh, what happens if someone loses in a battle anyway? The guy said "de-winged" and that sounded really bad, so do you know what it means? Actually, you know what, I really don't wanna know for the moment. I'm headin to bed, it's big enough to share if you want but if that makes you uncomfortable then you can take the couch or something." With that, Amami trooped off to her bed, laying down promptly and shutting her eyes, falling asleep within minutes.

The next morning, her body's internal clock was sure to tell her that she was supposed to have work today, waking her at 6:00 AM as opposed to allowing her to sleep in, as she had hoped. Begrudgingly accepting this, she climbed out of her bed and trudged to the nearby kitchen, opening the fridge. She decided on a western-style breakfast, and so set to cooking in the Kitchen. Within 30 minutes, a large spread of eggs, bacon, a pair of Omlettes, waffles and pancakes was assembled on the table, with Amami preparing herself coffee and saying in a loud, sing-song voice "Breakfast is ready, come and get it!"