"The guildmaster's job... hmm..." Imai began spacing out again as he didn't exactly know the exact purpose of the guildmaster's responsibilities; except for acting like a leader, of course. Wasn't there something with paper work as well? Well, all leaders were familiar with quests like that, so it didn't surprise him if it was true. Also, a shepherd took care of his herd... so Sabertooth's Guildmaster was most likely to be seen as an idol, a figure to follow; not to every single point, though. Imai began imagining himself being the Guildmaster of Sabertooth, standing on a table in the guild hall and look all high and mighty, with a classic, furry cape on his back, a pleasant smile on his face and with an astonishing confidence erupting from his very being. One who saw the entire guild as his home, and the members as his relatives, his family... that was the kind of Guildmaster that he daydreamed about. Obviously, if he ever decided to become one, then he had to get perhaps a little stronger than now as he would be charged to protect his home from whatever would threaten them.
"... Kind of," were his response to Kirara, after a while of thinking, "It's basically like a shepherd, watching over his herd. Not that I compare everyone as sheeps, though." He tilted his head a little, when he pointed that out. Meanwhile, she sounded quite tempted to join his guild; that wish was soon to be true, when she accepted. BUT!, she had a demand; that was that he should always take her with him on any adventure that awaited him in the future. Honestly, it didn't sound bad at all; Imai loved company, after all! He just hoped that Sei wouldn't get jealous or anything... could aliens get jealous at all? He didn't think so. "Ehm, sure, that's a deal then..!" he awkwardly replied. It wasn't as if he saw it coming, anyway. "Ah, I guess we'll be part-..." His words were interrupted by the opening of his... fifth bottle, maybe? The stream that erupted from the very bottom of that soda covered his face like a fire. "Wha-Wha-Wha-Wha!" he spoke out in shock, trying to close the bottle. When he finally put an end to that sprinkler, he realized that the stream might've hit Kirara too. Kind of funny, if you're the optimistic one; and it was good timing too. "Hehe... sorry about that," he excused with a faint smile, "So... any other questions, before we head out? Perhaps the store at the other side of the road has better sodas... also, I never got your name."