Sakuramoria

- If you touch even one more of my subjects, you won't live to see tomorrow, and no priorities will help you, - Futaba stood between him and Ixora (sorry, Varya... (not for keeping you waiting)), looking up at him from below and hissed so that only he could hear. - You know what I'm talking about. You've already flattered enough, "teacher," but at least look three steps ahead. I'm already on the edge, and if everything gets out of control, I won't even have to dirty my hands.
Lifting Ixora by the shoulders, Futaba pats her on the back:
- Go in peace, serve me and only me faithfully, warrior, - after which she pushes her away, further from the concussed maniac.