"I guess I'm okay." Abby replied to Benjamin's question, "I would be a lot better if we didn't have to do this." She turned her attention to the red-head sitting casually across the back yard, sipping a cup of tea. Sonya noticed the Sun Candidate glaring at her direction but shrugged off her meager attempt. The tutor was well aware of her students complaints and how impossible the task was yesterday. In fact, she was certain that neither group would find the audience. Prospero had hid them well and it only took a matter of minutes for everyone to wake up. By the time Naoto and Prospero started their fight, the giant crowd had already dispersed. Contrary to popular belief, Sonya didn't do all of this because she was a sadistic psychopath. No, she wanted her students to get a taste of what could happen if they were to fail in her real training. This was child's play compared to the stuff she had to go through when she was their age training to be a mercenary. And as much as she found a small thrill in torturing these brats, she didn't want it to become a habit. Sonya wanted to brand into their brains the pain they were going through right now so that when she did give them a real mission, they would give it all they've got so as to not fail again.
The red-head continued to sip her tea, ignoring the fighting going on at the monkey bars. Her attention was rather on the girl sitting next to her. Artemis Whitmore; a teenager from the U.K. who had interesting tech skills. Sonya decided to keep quiet about all the information she had gathered on the brunette over the last 12 hours, especially since she looked like she was going to explode from anxiety at any second. She was about to ask what the heck she was doing when Naoto's sudden question cut through all the arguments.
"What's the Tenth like?" Sonya looked up and gave the pink-haired boy a once over. He seemed legitimately interested on this topic. The red-head took a moment to figure out the best way to answer. How to describe the man who had given her the chance at a better life?
"He is... compassionate." She finally stated calmly, setting her cup down and standing up, "even to his enemies. He is also humble, unwavering in his decisions, and cares deeply for his subordinates. Honestly, his empathetic personality isn't fit for the bloody mafia world but he works through it with his head held high. I would follow that man anywhere." Sonya stated this last part with a passion in her violet eyes she rarely showed anyone. A moment later, the fire was gone and she turned to Prospero who also asked her a question.
"You're a Mist Guardian candidate Prospero. We haven't gotten that far in the selection process. And you're here because punishment games are a team effort." The red-head then glanced at Daisuke pleading to Artemis.
"She can't help you idiot." She barked in English, "The moment one of you touches the ground before time's up, I'm restarting the clock. So keep your legs locked." Sonya spun on her heel and started back for her seat when she suddenly heard someone shout her name from above. A moment later, Sonya had the tip of a sword pointed at her neck and an angry-looking Hajime glaring at her. Her eyes widened in shock as her head itched to reach her own weapon, but she noticed a few things off. Hajime was shouting where Mikhail Rusakova was, but she knew for a fact that he knew where her adoptive father was. In Russia, doing god knows what and killing god knows who. Hajime's hair was also a lot longer than she remembered and it had only been a few days since she last saw him. And his face looked... younger.
"Mikhail's in Russia." She responded, trying to piece together what the hell was going on, "Aren't you supposed to be at the Vongola Headquarters? Or are you wasting time till you have to be back somewhere?"