_Cleric girl?_

Ryouta looked a bit puzzled when Hayato said that, well, maybe he got healed a second time after the match yesterday? Getting injured again and playing on the compassionate hearts of young women? My my, this one is sly!


Then, something came along. Something ominous. Something obnoxious and loud. Like a crow that won't stop sqwaking. 



_I told you I'd go on a mission with you, so if you want to now is your chance._

He looked up and yep, there she was. Sticking out like a sore thumb.


He squeezed Hayato's shoulder,

**"この狂気の女性では、キュウリが好きスライスします。真剣に！(This crazy woman will slice you like a cucumber. Seriously!)"** Ryouta interjected In japanese.  So that she could not understand what he was saying, not that he was worried she could do anything about it. Maybe somewhere, deep down, he just wanted to annoy her.


It was then he heard someone mutter something he might have missed, turning around he saw a girl with blonde hair and the Cleric fRom yesterday. The word 'cockatrice' was brought up and he immediately raised his hand. **"I am."**



The crowd started to grow, it was not unusual among the year ones to band with whom they knew, interacting with them made him feel young and nostalgic again. The memories of the year past, the good ones anyway.



Then Hayato began speaking again, almost like he was hiding something. Looks like he had more personal reasons foR going on missions. Ryouta could understand, he might ask later but not now. _Well, this was a dilema._ On one hand, he wanted to make sure the boy was not being butchered alive by some ax-crazy girl. On the other hand, he had an objective to complete.