Akira had made the call to Rumia later that night, after the girls had tuckered themselves out and fell asleep next to each other. To which Rumia's responded with saying that she'd be more than happy to assist.
"We'll be swinging by sometime in the afternoon," she told Akira over the [Peelphone].
"Swing by? You mean like on a vine?"
She laughed. "You'll see. My boys and I have progressed far past vines at this point."
After which Akira slept soundly, for the first night since Vash's demise, and awoke at the crack of dawn the next day. To a noise, coming from outside, that she couldn't at first comprehend because she knew it could only be one thing...
Whirling helicopter blades.
She ran outside of the student dormitory hall to see a crowd of acolytes and elders alike had amassed, all come to marvel at the magnificent wood and banana peel constructed [Nanacopter] hovering just a few meters above the monastery's central courtyard, in a storm of kicked up dust and pebbles.
