Yuki waved goodbye as Kasumi left, before heading off to find the easily located puppet mistress.  Once he was there, he smiled at her enthusiasm for her squad's numbers.  Makoto was probably better suited for a knowledge competition than he was, but he couldn't complain.   "I think we got them all too, but, who knows?  What matters is whether we get to hit the second phase where our real skills get tested.   Do your best out there; I'll be doing my best just like when we were working together."<br/><br/>He leaned into her, miming at buffing a stain off of her suit, and spoke as softly as he could, "I'll look out for you if you look out for me.  If you don't want to, I'll put up a good fight.  It's nothing personal either way, but our teams might be able to work together rather than against each other...just think about it."<br/><br/>With that, he pulled away and nodded at Naomi.  "Thanks for helping out.   Anyone smart enough for Makoto's approval is going to be a powerful opponent.  If we have to fight, here's hoping it's a good one.  If not, well, I look forward to seeing what you can do, anyway."<br/><br/>He did his best to always muster that pleasant and polite manner.  It wasn't personal for him.  It was just business, and business was good as long as his foes proved his might.<br/><br/>"Who is your third, Mako-chan?" He glanced at the last one, wondering what this guy's deal was.