After Yousuke was satisfied he released Shiori to Amaya, who promptly gave her the first orders of her employ. No rest for the wicked.
Yousuke looked up from his sitting position at Amaya when she mentioned a squad, "I don't see anything wrong with just making the Shinobi take care of it. Not like Tsubaki or Shiori can't do it on their own. But if you insist." Yousuke got a huge grin on his face when she mentioned matches.
"SASUKE, GET THE SAKE." Yousuke yelled, not sure where his damn Paige was but sure that he heard him. Watching Amaya put grown egotistical men on their ass was a favorite pass time for him and Sasuke both. It was more entertaining than just about anything else that happened around here.
Sitting atop his warhorse, an especially ugly one from what people told him; not that he cared this horse had served him well, Yousuke servayed the fights. Jeering and whooping occasionally, Sasuke making a ruckus next to him, tipsy because Yousuke allowed the lightweight to drink. Amaya went very easy on the men, allowing them to do most of the attacking, but whenever she had seen enough or one of them got rude she dealt her inconpacitating blows and sent them off to have their bruises tended.
There came a time, inevitably, when all of the men became disheartened and weary of stepping into the ring with Amaya. No one wanted a free beating, not that Yousuke could blame them. But he didn't want it to be over just yet, and as if to answer his whim there stepped forward another bold man. He bowed, Yousuke grinned, teeth and all. He challenged Amaya, Yousuke nudged Sasuke.
"Kick his ass Amaya-sama!" Sasuke hiccupped, fist in the air.
Yousuke chuckled, "Let's see what you'be got soldier!"