"HEY!" Ume shouted, drawing the attention of more than a few passersby. "I<span class="bbc_u"><em>do not</em></span>like that no class, talentless, cowardly little boy. Besides! The way you tease him, you'd think someone had her own interests, nyeh?"<br/><br/>Once they got to Ichiraku's, Ume headed for the bathroom. She undid her armor and tugged off her shirt, arms reaching around to undo her sarashi. Ume let out a sigh of relief as she did so. While her breasts were not as buxom as Himawari's, Ume still had a fairly decently sized chest. So much to the point where looser fitting armor would require accommodating the size of her chest with curves, and increasing the potential for an errant strike to become a lucky blow.<br/><br/>After looking over herself in the mirror a bit, Ume stretched and began to redress. However, rather than wrap her sarashi tightly around her breast, she wrapped it around as loose as possible. When she put her black blouse on, the curves of her chest were very much noticeable. After tugging on her pants, Ume undid the ponytail that she kept her hair in while in combat gear and brushed her hair out with her fingers. She put her gear away and headed out of the bathroom, backpack slung over her shoulder. Her swords, except for her kodachi, were set by the entrance of the ramen shop as was custom.<br/><br/>As Ume approached the table, there was a bit of a sway in her step, causing her chest to bounce a bit in time. She set her pack down next to the end of the booth, taking a seat next to Iku. Smiling was something Ume rarely did, so she merely spoke. "I apologize for how long that took, but if we are done with combat tests for the day then there is little point in staying in field gear." Ume stretched, her chest rising a bit as she put her hands above her head. "Mrr... I hope they have salmon ramen?"