Silence continued to dominate their interaction, and once the assault was over, and Junko could think again, she felt rather nervous about it. She couldn't help what she had done, and it frightened her a little bit. Did it frighten Shikaji? Was he displeased with her display? She handed over the kunai eagerly, no longer really wanting to touch it, when he'd reached for it. She stood quietly, fidgeting with her toe against the ground and avoiding looking at anyone before finally, her husband held out a small square of paper. She blinked at it, then let her confused gaze rise to the lavender eyes of Shikaji before he explained, telling her exactly what the point of the exercise was. She looked at it, and took the item in hand, not really knowing what to expect. Well, of course it would be nothing! I'm not a ninja or anything, wouldn't senpai have sensed my chakra or something? she thought to herself, waiting for the thing to react. She stared at it, not understanding exactly what focusing her energy could really mean. Junko stared intensely at the unwavering piece of paper, imagining some kind of light or something pulsing from her spine down her arm and through her fingertips to the paper, but no matter what she visualized or what she felt, it did nothing.
When she glanced up again, Shikaji was smiling, and a flush passed Junko's cheeks, warmth flooding through her face and her heart, which had previously kept its usual slow pace, began to rapidly hammer in her chest. “Thank you, Shujin-sama... Junko is pleased if you are pleased,” she stated honestly, but she couldn't make this paper do anything, which sort of felt like a failing in the presence of such praise. Still, Chojiro didn't seem to be down on her at all, and though she was certain he exaggerated, she couldn't help but give a little giggle and raise her hand to lightly clap against his own. “Th-thanks, senpai!”
_________________Is it, or isn't so?
Am I dead, now, here in the snow?
Lay down, relax, come on how?
What you thought once was yours, is ours now