"I think so, maestro-sama." She hoisted herself onto the balls of her feet, dusting herself off as she did so. Slowly, but surely, Taichou wobbled her way to her mentor, leaning her weight against Mirja's shoulder. Begrudgingly, she pouted, and turned to her mentor again,
"Mirja-sama, do we have to go to medical? The 3rd seat gives me the creeps..." Following her statement, Taichou shuddered, remembering the longing gaze that Yamada Hanatarou gives her every time he sees her. Mentally, the young Ryakketsu was bickering with herself, as left brain proceeded to beat the crap out of right brain for even thinking about a flower-sniffing wimp like Hanatarou.