[h1]Kawaguchi Umeko[/h1]

[@Crimmy]

"Very eloquent." The Atlesian Huntress-in-training commented dryly at her team leader, though without quite the same irritation as before. A few minutes distance from the event had mellowed her mood a little. Less so with the target of her anger, but more so with the people caught in the crossfire of her intended vendetta. Besmirching her [i]given name[/i] was one thing. Irritating, but anyone who wanted to mess about with it was little more than a minor annoyance. Mucking with her family's name? [i]No.[/i] She would not permit any further damage to the name that she would force the world to remember than had already been done. He nearly cost Umeko her favorite outfit with that rainbow powder, too.

And he [i]did[/i] cost her a four hundred lien cashmere scarf. On top of ruining her leader's appearance. Teàrlag would have to go into battle colored like she'd been tasting the rainbow, and that was [i]unacceptable.[/i] For Umeko's pride. For Teàrlag's pride. And for [i]TSUN[/i]'s pride. And that meant that this practical jokester, this hooligan, this [i]asshole[/i] had earned what was coming to him. A personal, thorough dismantling in combat of every bit of pride he held dear.
 
She took a deep breath, running her fingers back and forth over the release for her weapons. She might not fight their team in the first round. Indeed, she might not fight them at all. But one way or another they would lose.

Perhaps they would be eliminated by another team before facing TSUN. She wouldn't mind that outcome; her need for retribution would be satisfied. If they were not eliminated by another team, however, Umeko [i]would[/i] see them on the field of battle. She would not permit TSUN to be eliminated by anyone. No matter the competition, they would make it through every round until the final fight. And then they would win that, too.

She would accept nothing less.

Not from Teàrlag. Not from Nura. Not from Silver.

Not from herself.