Misaki would have continued to ignore the taller boy until either he was stupid enough to touch her - at which point he would have earned himself a nice knife-strike to the throat after all - or had annoyed her enough to actually put her plan to tranquilize him into action. She carried some sleeping poison and could easily have injected it with what would look like a casual touch to most eyes. But then the civilian tryout she had mentally filed under 'girl with the cat' decided to speak up.<br/><br/>Misaki had taken note of her distress at the situation with a casual glance -- empathy for others? An attempt to secure an ally? Her words proved that she knew well who Misaki was. Though how a civilian had taken note of her emotions left her wondering -- she thought she had masked them well. Or perhaps the girl just interpreted her default expression as angry and had accidentally hit the mark? Either way, she was more and more convinced that this one would be sitting in the actual class after they were done for the day.<br/><br/>The bully, however, didn't take any time analyzing Midori's words. No, he turned and glared at her -- perhaps he was secretly gleeful to have an out of whatever boasts he had made to his friends in regards to the Hyuga among them, but the meekness Midori displayed seemed to have caught his attention in turn.<br/><br/>"Well, if you're so afraid for me, you won't mind being my underling instead, right? I saw you eating earlier … you didn't finish, right? Give me the rest," he demanded, grinning as he realized that he could both earn himself a reputation someone to be feared and get some food while he was at it. He didn't really look like he was lacking for food usually, being tall and well-muscled for his age.<br/><br/>He was just about to turn away from Misaki properly and walk right over to the newcomer, but that was precisely the moment the Hyuga girl abruptly rose from her position -- eyes narrow, her hand struck with the sudden speed of a leaping snake as she suddenly held one of the boy's fingers in her hand -- barely a second passed in which the boy's eyes widened -- and then, she twisted.<br/><br/>The result was a yelp and a barely moment later the boy was on his knees, his entire arm twisted backwards. Misaki had a single open palm resting on his back even as she still held his finger. She wasn't looking at him but rather at Midori. "I don't need help and I owe you nothing," she stated, her tone annoyed -- her voice was similar to Ibiki's, too, though just a fraction higher and the inflections were different and more feminine, proving Midori's earlier conclusion about her gender.<br/><br/>She glared at 'girl with the cat'. Misaki hated it when other people thought that she needed their help and, worse, the grey-eyed girl would have gotten in trouble on her account. That was not acceptable. "Go now, while you still can," she then declared a moment later and let go of the surprised boy, who scrambled away with the laughter of some other tryouts as company and angry embarrassment plain on his face.<br/><br/>Misaki forced her expression into a calm mask of neutrality again, smoothening out her features before she returned to her seat as if nothing happened.<br/><br/>Some of the other children who had laughed at the performance were now whispering amongst themselves. One brown-haired girl asked a boy with spikey hair who leaned against the wall next to her: "Hey, Shun, your family works for them, right? Who is she?"<br/><br/>The spikey-haired one sighed and crossed his arms, and replied quietly. He obviously hoped that the subject of their conversation wouldn't overhear. "That's Misaki. They call her Sakki. I heard it's because people who spar with her tend to get hurt."<br/><br/>"Hmmmm," the girl opined. "And the other one?"<br/><br/>He shrugged helplessly, still trying to maintain a nonchalant look. "No clue. Haven't seen him around."<br/><br/>"Him? That's a girl, numbnut."<br/>