Morie Uratsagi: Third-Ring straggler. Been feeding on first-years' nightmares for a week.
Nanami of the Third Ring: Your generation calls that 'exam stress.' We used to call it 'demon bait.'
Nanami of the Third Ring: Summon your pet shadows, little prince. I'll watch and grade your form.
Morie Uratsagi: Last time you 'graded' me, you gave me a C for 'excessive theatricality.'
Morie Uratsagi: Kneel.
Nanami of the Third Ring: Ordering the elder, are we? Delicious insolence.
Morie Uratsagi: Hounds will herd it toward the music room. Soundproof walls contain cognitive bleed.
Nanami of the Third Ring: Strategic. You finally learned not to grandstand. Growth is... unsettling.
Nanami of the Third Ring: One problem, dear Ace. That creature? It's not here for just any student...
Morie Uratsagi: Kana...? But why? Nanami, you know somthing I dont... Dont you?
Nanami of the Third Ring: I haven't the slightest clue as to what you mean. But if you dont hurry, your little apprentice may be in over her head soon.