In expectation she proceeds to take a place as adjudicator in a battlefield that although involving her there was a particular neutral vision, everything taken in consideration to form judgment in order to take a decision. It still incredible that rumours spread to the farthest and almost forgotten zone where an academy of delinquents resides, people beyond repair that engage in battle to indulge bestial tendencies. Their ambitions were no less petty than what she has seen thus far, obtaining favour from brutes of that category would still bring benefit to Satsuki's goal.
Well, as if prying can do anything to stop what has begun. Satsuki can merely protect her position as a bystander.
“Not like he would be much of a trouble for us, right.~?”
“Can't be worst than Matoi.”
“Satsuki-sama, shall I take care of this?”
Of course her bestmen do not miss a chance to comment, all resting at the sides but appearing gleeful because of the show this pesky delinquent is making. There are always higher chances to order the elite and allow this disaster to succumb in their hands but if that happens would it not be boring?
Firm demeanor prevails, curiosity may have awakened but all motion to reveal interest is a single eyebrow arching despite tremor lingers in every corner and devastation takes a hold of their surroundings but nothing can obtain any sort of reaction. Thunder's clamor invades despite its source is but a mere fist, sparing no one. This unnatural power can presume that it did not belong to any uniform manufactured before, instead it was a skill that can be claimed his own. Almost deemed satisfying to observe, havoc devours every person who dares to oppose. Amusing, wasn't it? There was not a single hint of concern despite being an attack against her Kingdom, something meant to be built with men who can preserve fortitude. A shame it cannot be achieved sooner because of incompetence, if this dream crumbles is only her fault for allowing weaklings enjoy vain pleasures an empty life had to offer without making themselves deserving of said idiotic lifestyle.
Whoever perished upon the enemy presented themselves unworthy of serving to a cause. Pride sold to satiate greed, aspiring for more that what they could sought has brought their downfall and strength flaunted previously was all but a mere pretense of an idiotic illusion of a power they never achieved by themselves-- downgrading their existences where filth belongs.
As for this man, what she can comment regarding his performance? There was something she cannot tell but perks interest, the source of his power that definitively cannot be accredited to simple garments like most students have in Honnouji. His aptitude of a caliber known but was he worth of Bakuzan's blade? Gratitude might as well be added, it has saved everyone from great trouble by offering to purge those students.
White hilt is wrapped in a firm grip of slender fingers to be drawn, symbol of a legacy veiled in success reflects over metallic surface a determined gaze belonging to the one called Oga Tatsumi. A slim chance of interference can occur but an order is not necessary when she seems settled to take care of what her incompetent soldiers can-- the elite is left to standby and watch.
Will he be able to keep up, though? That is not upon her verdict but he can provide some entertainment and as well reaffirm a truth not to be defied by any of these foolish swines:
No one defies Satsuki Kiryuin.
"Bring an army if you desire-- you pose no threat against me. "
