"We'll be more careful going forward. Just this one time, please, excuse the incursion."
"A group of fellows, from who knows where, clamber over my fence and steal onto my grounds. This isn't something to dismiss lightly."
"I can assure you we're Rakuunkan students."
"If that's the case, what year are you?"
"Is that so?"
The master looks back toward the house and calls out for assistance. The maidservant Osan, who hails from Saitama, slides open the fusuma and pokes her head out in response.
"Go get someone from Rakuunkan."
"Anyone. Just go."
The maidservant answers but doesn't move. Puzzled by the scene before her, unsure of the errand, and suspecting the whole affair is asinine, she wavers in place and fails to suppress a grin. As the master sees it, he's waging all-out war. He's wielding his rage in grand fashion. In spite of all this, his loyal servant, who of course should have his back, not only fails to grasp the gravity of the situation, but wavers and grins when enlisted to help. He flies off the handle.
"I don't care who, just get someone! Got it? The school principal will do, the chief administrator will do, the head instructor will do, ..."
"The school principal ..." Of the titles reeled off by the master, only the school principal resonates with the maidservant.