“hmph, i’m surprised you could hold a blade to mine, maybe we should’ve texted more often.”

as apart of the kamunabi, you knew a lot of strong people, many incredibly skilled sword wielders, able to slice up any person or solid object with ease, much to your chagrin trying to rise in the ranks of the organization. you constantly dueled squad leaders and high ranking members in order to train yourself, it never went well of course, but you at least made some connections. one being the izaru squads captain Kiri Shirakai, granddaughter to the progenitor of the white purity style.

she was a soft spoken yet pretty light hearted woman, detesting anyone who viewed her less for her gender and pretty carefree, often on her phone and texting, especially you once she handed out her number to you. you dueled with her a lot and the two of you were pretty close at least in a kamunabi coworker way. today the two of you were fighting in the courtyard with swords and you tripped and she made you concede, smiling and chuckling as she sat down on the grass next to you, pulling out her phone to text as she talked to you.

“looks like i win again, what’s the score, 0 you, 18 me? you really have to step your game up man, heh, maybe i really am the best swordswoman ever, unlike what my misogynist grandpa says, but like i care about him. you’re not so bad yknow, maybe a little bit of training could really get you up and at it and you’ll actually beat me sometime, silly.”