- Are you sure you want to take underage citizens of Sakuramor as hostages for your strange fantasies, "teacher"? This is a school, not a partisan village, - saying this, Futaba glared at him, casually bringing her second, invisible hand close to the area from which she could instantly pull out a sharp object. - There is serious legal responsibility for this. Isn't that right, "colleagues"? - the last question was addressed to the remaining handful of long-suffering teachers.
First, Ixora rises from her seat. She spends a few short moments making an improvised bandage for Iori and goes up on stage to Futaba and Duncan. She first kneels on one knee, then on the other. Her face does not express any new emotions, and it did not seem that she could accurately convey the mood required by the old general, but despite the previous display of sternness, he did not seem to mind it yet. She lowers her head to Futaba's loafer and uses her tongue instead of a cloth, then wipes it with a handkerchief.
- Thank you for such an honor, President. - The words are as hard as steel, but devoid of either dislike or disgust, as well as any obsequious notes. It was as if she was the very automaton or android from Gideon's book. - All this is very unexpected, and therefore please forgive the brevity of my words. Thank you for serving as an example of courage and independence for me, and I hope that you will continue to show us all the way to the true path of a warrior.