It seemed Makima wouldn't be leaving Yuto to his own devices. She insisted upon it being her job to help him, which he supposed was far too logical to really argue against. Still, Yuto thought himself too much of a nobody for that. He didn't perceive the calculating nature of Makima either. "But─" he started, only to hesitate upon feeling Maki's hand against his back. She urged him to accept the offer, calling him a reverse-isekai deuteragonist just as she'd been called before. "I'm a what?!" he questioned instinctively. Whatever the case, Yuto barely had an argument left. His best bet was to stop wasting even more of the chairwoman's time with extra naysaying, he supposed. "... Alright. Arigatou gozaimasu," he concluded, bowing to the redhead.

All the while, the Players were setting up to clear the introductory phase of their job-change quest. Miko would be the one carrying the weight for this leg of the journey. Yugi watched her first sword fly over the knight army's heads, and he watched as her chest rose with an inhale. The ensuing screech was to be treated like a firing cannon or a gun, with Yugi acting as the hammer. It seemed Miko's ass stung enough that she sought soothing. He was more than fine with his lap being a catalyst as such ─ especially when the reverberations shook every knight in the hall, causing a fast-paced beat of metal on metal, and metal hitting the floor as armor suits fell in pieces. "Wooh, Siren Song! Get schwifty, ya' fucking clankers!" he taunted while rubbing his lap against Miko's rear, not for the clear purpose of helping her soothing procedure... but simply because he was a horny teen. "Let's fuckin' gooo! Every fight's got its own music backdrop now!"