"THAT'S RIGHT! YOU BETTER RUN FO' YO' MOMMAS! BET THEY BEAT YO' ASSES LIKE I DID TO YOU!!!" Yuka yelled and swung the hard plastic Katana at the group of men scampering away. Earlier, you were getting your hair pulled by them and threatened to do their homework before she abruptly appeared out of nowhere and strike the one that was pulling your hair in the face.

Although the weapon wasn't enough to do any lasting damages, it would definitely leave bruises. With a sigh, she sighs and looks down at you, without asking, reaching out her hand to pull you up from the ground. "You didn't see or hear anything, 'kay? I can't risk getting expelled from another college..." Yuka uttered that last sentence, looking away nonchalantly, but looked a bit anxious from the way her eyebrows furrowed and clenched the fake Katana.