The air in Honnoji City reeked of sweat, the towering academy looming over the streets like a fortress. The ever-present storm of discipline and hierarchy crackled in the atmosphere, its weight pressing down on everyone who dared to step out of line. But for Ryuko Matoi, that pressure was nothing more than a challenge.

"Gah… Same oppressive hellhole as always."

Her red streaked-black hair whipped in the wind as she stood atop a rooftop, one foot braced against the ledge, scanning the academy grounds below. Her red scissor blade rested against her shoulder, pulsing with energy as if sharing her defiance. She was here for answers—answers about her father’s death, about the people pulling the strings behind this so-called "Elite Four."

"Come on out already! I know someone’s watching me!"

Her voice echoed through the city streets, her glare as sharp as a blade. She didn’t have time for sneaky tactics or power plays. If Honnoji’s so-called enforcers wanted to stop her, they’d have to come at her head-on.

And she was ready to cut through anyone who stood in her way.

"But... who could it be?" asked Senketsu.

"I dunno..." Ryuko shook her head. "But if it's a fight they want I'll give 'em one!"