Turns out she's pretty bad at directions. She got lost for a while but ended up seeing someone familiar,

"Naotsugu you look as rectangular as I remember." She grinned from behind the tall man, he whipped around with an irked expression and balled his fist glaring down at her,

"WHO'S RECTANGULAR!?" She chuckled for a minute before apologising and telling him 'it was all a joke' when she was clearly lying about it being a joke. This irritated him more but he'd dealt with it plenty in the Tea Party days.

"Say, do you know were Soujirou or Nazuna are? I'm trying to find them... Actually maybe I'm stupid." She left before he could say anything, it appears she had only just noticed she was still in town. They would be out in the wilderness to train... Idiot. It seems Naotsugu's sanity is in danger after every conversation with her as he returned to the Crescent Moon Alliance Guild hall to meet with Shiroe and Akatsuki.

They noticed something amiss immediately, "What's got you so worn out?" Shiroe asked immediately, although Akatsuki wasn't at all concerned for him usually, she seemed quite interested in his explanation, which was but one word, or name.

"Sayuri."

Shiroe laughed quietly to himself for a second before nodding, understanding what he meant, "How long?" Akatsuki couldn't follow the conversation at all.

"Not even a minute." He slumped back on a sofa and exhaled a long breath, Shiroe looked content with the little information, since it reminded him of the older days where for some reason, the only person Sayuri acted audacious around was Naotsugu.

"I'd like to meet with her and the others soon, although she's a part of his harem too..." Shiroe sighed himself and seemed glum all of a sudden. Akatsuki didn't know what was going on, only that her master seemed jealous of someone's harem?

"Hm... She's not really, I'd say she's just following her friend right? She never showed any sign of being obsessively in love with him..." Naotsugu pondered for a while, the two of them in deep thought... The shared a knowing glance,

"Actually... What about Soujirou himself...?" He grinned wryly, Shiroe almost mirroring his expression.

"He has feelings for one but is surrounded by hundreds of others, I feel bad for Sayuri..." Shiroe huffed, just thinking about the atomic scale of fangirls he had was enough to dampen his mood.

"It isn't like she's aware either." Naotsugu grinned really happily for some reason, perhaps he liked the astonishing circumstance.

Meanwhile, Sayuri hurried through the trees where she reached a relatively large clearing. The first sound she heard was a loud explosion and Nazuna calling for Soujirou in panic maybe? She concluded he'd taken the brunt of the explosion. The surroundings helped her understand the situation and the enemy.

With incredible speed, she'd launched herself past the little group consisting of Soujirou, Nazuna, and a few Guild members and she was flying at top speeds towards the creepy man and the little girl hostage; she saw another man holding a younger boy, likely a brother or something to the girl, and prepared to propel her second sword at him when his voice called, or screamed her name. Taking that as she shouldn't attack, she planted her swords in the rock, swung around and propelled herself back to land behind them in a crater from the impact. She apologised quickly with a concerned expression and turned around to look up at the four people on the cliff. She was also having a mental breakdown, there were a lot of people here and she'd just made a scene.

"Sayuri!?" Nazuna exclaimed, not having fully comprehended what just happened; the same with the other Guild members and Hamelin.

"Sorry, I got a little angry after seeing the explosion. He doesn't want me to hurt anyone though..." While she was speaking to whoever was listening, mainly Nazuna, Soujirou had given up his sword and declared a surrender in return for them leaving with the children unharmed, better than them dying. In the end, he'd gotten a small scratch but other than that everyone left unscathed. She didn't appreciate that.

The two, Nazuna and Soujirou were called for a meeting with some other guilds and Sayuri was invited but decided against. She wanted to train a little.

In a separate room, Isami voiced what everyone else wanted to,

"Sayuri's really strong like the Director, huh." The other girls nodded in agreement, Kyouko and some others seemed less down about the fact and more pumped up.

"Her speed was amazing! I didn't even see her until she reached the ground near us, all I felt was a sharp wind." Kyouko exclaimed with a grin, Kawara copied,

"She's kinda like a female master."

Dolce didn't seem to agree, "No... She was more reserved I'd say, our Sou-chan is more serious in his battles. I can't really tell, but she seems to only become serious when lives are in real danger... She probably knew that the children wouldn't be hurt." He described his view on the girl, the others thought for a while about the short encounters they had with her.

"Well the Guild Master seems to trust her and like her a lot, same with Nazuna right?" Hisako added, "So I'd say she was prepared to kill the two guys for them right? And with them being frozen from her sudden approach... Rescuing the children would have been easy." Hisako explained in a lot more words than expected.

"She might have wanted to create a negative impression of herself by saying she was fine with killing... But..." Isami begun, all eyes were on her egging her on to continue, "The director foresaw it probably and was prepared to stop her. I can tell he trusts and knows her a lot because he didn't look panicked or angry, but sad when she came into sight... Or his sight. That and she slowed immediately after hearing his voice, so their feelings are likely mutual." As Isami finished the girls were all in deep thought; a panting Olive burst through the door with fire in her eyes,

"Who's feelings are mutual?" She growled like a feral beast, her mouth was even foaming at the thought of her Sou-sama being taken away.

"Kurinon's and yours right?" Kawara snickered, the former had somehow picked up on the conversation from god knows where and burst into the room with more vigour than Olive. Her mouth watered even more so than Olive's and from her nose was a waterfall of blood. Not to mention her irises were hearts.

Everyone's except Kawara's faces paled.