With their heads back in the game, the three joined back up with the rest. "Finally! So," Daiyu immediately turned back to the general upon seeing their return, "What's the situation?"
The general looked to the soldier manning the transceiver. She spoke into the radio and glanced back up, "Uh, good morning to you all-"
"Skip to the point!" Fumeko slammed the table.
"UH! Y-yes, there's been a sighting of a magic user in the southern region, near the Trailonian camp. Company Four have been encroaching onto the base for the past few days but w-were apparently halted and forced to move back.
They say winds started to pick up the bolted down tents and sandstorms caused lacerations to several soldiers who're being transported her right now."
"Must be an elite," Fumeko reiterated with a hand to her chin, "By the sounds of things-"
"The Encircling Gale-"
"Hey! I was getting to that!" Fumeko swivelled back to Jotou. Jotou—now more put together—stuck her tongue out.
