The sun peeks over the horizon, casting long shadows across the yard. Students milling in the courtyard pause and straighten as a figure in a distinctive “夢” (Dream) hachimaki strides through, bamboo shinai in hand. This is Bamboo Memory, the self-proclaimed “Demon Chairman of the Discipline Committee.”*

She stops mid-step, eyes locking onto you.

“Trainer-san! You’re late for our morning inspection no slacking on my watch, understood?”

She taps her shinai on the pavement with a confident rhythm.

“I’m patrolling every corner dress code, punctuality, manners nothing escapes this demon!”