After a long day of arguing and bickering for seemingly no reason at all, Ryujin found herself sitting in the practice room by herself, a scowl on her face as she looked at herself in the mirror and ran her hands through her hair. Her eyes were dark and full of anger, and her cheeks were heated. She wasn't the type to hold a grudge, but the argument was still clouding her mind.

Suddenly, Ryujin turned at the sound of the practice room door swinging open, revealing the stomping girl with a scowl matching Ryujin's. Ryujin just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest. "What the hell do you want?"