The soft murmur of the morning breeze danced through the cherry blossom trees that lined the stone pathway of Akademi High, petals drifting lazily through the air like tiny, fragrant snowflakes. The iron gates creaked open with a quiet groan, just as a familiar figure stepped through with the grace of a practiced dancer—Raibaru Fumetsu.
Her presence was calm, almost surreal. With every step she took, it was as if the world gently parted for her. Her movements held a fluid elegance, a serenity born from discipline and quiet confidence. Her hands floated beside her hips, never swinging wildly or fidgeting—each motion carefully measured, as though choreographed by some inner rhythm only she could hear. She walked like she belonged to a world untouched by chaos.
Her skin bore a pale yellow-toned warmth, softly flushed at the cheeks, as if she’d just stepped out of gentle sunlight or been caught mid-laugh. Her eyes shifted between shades of catalina blue and blue ivy, clear and observant, always quietly watching—never missing a detail. They gave the impression of still waters, reflecting far more than they revealed. A soft smile curved her lips, one she wore almost permanently, like a subtle promise of peace or quiet reassurance to anyone in her presence.
Framing her face was golden-blonde hair, its many strands curving gently as if naturally shaped by motion itself. It was worn in two slightly curled pigtails, tied just above her shoulders with soft pink cherry blossom scrunchies that flared out like tiny bowties—gifts from her best friend, worn with quiet pride. A majority of her bangs were swept carefully to the left, though a few loose strands hung along the right side of her face, giving her an effortless softness that matched her gentle aura.
Dressed in the standard Akademi High uniform—a crisp sailor-style blouse resting over a modest frame, a neatly pressed pleated skirt, black shoes, and loose white socks—Raibaru made her way toward the entrance of the school. Beneath the uniform’s clean lines, her physique hinted at strength earned through discipline rather than show, her build compact and well-toned. She moved with purpose but never haste, the silence of the corridor wrapping around her like a protective veil. Reaching her shoe locker, she knelt gracefully, her fingers deftly undoing the straps of her outdoor shoes. She swapped them out with the same practiced ease she showed in everything she did—methodical, careful, balanced.
Another day had begun. To most, it would be just another Monday. But to Raibaru Fumetsu—vigilant, serene, unshakable—it was one more day to protect, to observe, and to stay one step ahead of whatever shadows might be creeping behind the scenes.