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Avalon Knight
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"So you did lace them with something after all..." Atsuki murmured when their sensei admitted to his somewhat ineffectual ruse. Though his hunch had been proven right, his frigid countenance remained inert. For him, there was nothing to celebrate about; there was simply an expected result. Nothing more, nothing less. But while his expectations for the food had not been subverted, his expectations for his sensei had. Yes, this what a jonin sensei ought to be. Training through practical application. Atsuki could get behind that. 'He's somewhat wrong on one account though...' he thought, 'But I'll allow him to think that's why I didn't eat.' It was better than the alternative, at least. Besides, underneath the underneath and all that.
Atsuki fake coughed to get everyone's attention so he could make a statement. "It's true that our performance was inadequate despite its passability," he said in response to their sensei's critique, "but even completing something up to 1% is still better than leaving it at 0%. While it may not be as good as 100%, as they say, there's always room for improvement." He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "But that's a comment, not a question. What I wish to know is who the black haired woman sitting beside you is. And, I suppose, how the other teams did in their tests, if you have that information."
A distinct red flush rose to Sayuri's face and, unconsciously, she placed a hand on her stomach. "Oh man I really messed up, didn't I?" she laughed as if she wasn't dying of embarrassment. As if to emphasize her point, she took another bite out of the drugged barbeque. "Well I've already failed so I might as well keep going, huh?" she asked rhetorically, pointing a skewer at their sensei, "How long did you say until that laxative sets in? Three to four hours?" There was a bit of worry in her tone. It was already pretty late, and a few more hours on top of that....
Atsuki fake coughed to get everyone's attention so he could make a statement. "It's true that our performance was inadequate despite its passability," he said in response to their sensei's critique, "but even completing something up to 1% is still better than leaving it at 0%. While it may not be as good as 100%, as they say, there's always room for improvement." He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "But that's a comment, not a question. What I wish to know is who the black haired woman sitting beside you is. And, I suppose, how the other teams did in their tests, if you have that information."
A distinct red flush rose to Sayuri's face and, unconsciously, she placed a hand on her stomach. "Oh man I really messed up, didn't I?" she laughed as if she wasn't dying of embarrassment. As if to emphasize her point, she took another bite out of the drugged barbeque. "Well I've already failed so I might as well keep going, huh?" she asked rhetorically, pointing a skewer at their sensei, "How long did you say until that laxative sets in? Three to four hours?" There was a bit of worry in her tone. It was already pretty late, and a few more hours on top of that....