It had been a bad day. First off, your class couldn't complete the assignment and now there was one that has decided to stay behind to complain at your dojo... for four hours. You finally make it into your rooms and barely close the door when there's a knock. You open it and there's me, a bloodied, sweaty child of 11 with silver hair and golden eyes.

"I heard that you're strong."

I pant and stand up straight before finally collapsing on your doorstep.