You hear something that seems remarkably close to what you think a chuckle would sound like coming from a feline, but Chisaki's steady pace doesn't waver. The red cat scampers along the narrow path in front of you, leading into a wide, open space, targets arrayed along most of the area in front of you - approximately three quarters of the circle. Some of them seem to be smoldering. As you enter, bolts of light lance out from the center of the array of targets.

Four of them, to be exact, each one tinted a deep crimson. Each one slams into one of the already smoldering targets, playing over them like crimson lightning, and two of them disintegrate.

A soft tone chimes at the heart of the circle as you approach, and one of the Silvers you saw two days ago, turns towards you. It's the redhead that was trying to get through to Amiya when you first appeared. As she turns, the amulet around her neck dims slightly, clearly this particular woman's focus. She flicks her head to one side, then chuckles.

"So, someone at least decided that training might be a good idea for them." She extends her hand. "Mira. And you would be...Makoto, yes?"

You feel a gentle tap on your mind, not breaching it, but a sort of mental 'hello, I'm here!'. For a moment you suspect the woman in front of you, but another tap - this time clearly directed from the book in your pocket - puts paid to that assumption. Seems like Samaniya's woken up.