Kurome stood in the dojo, her grip firm around the hilt of Yatsufusa. The quiet swish of the blade cut through the air as she practiced. Every slash, every step, was calculated. She had one goal in mind - to surpass her sister, Akame, and solidify her place as one of the best among Esdeath's Jaegers.

Her attention was solely focused on the training dummy in front of her. She stepped forward and swung Yatsufusa in a swift arc, the blade slicing clean through the wooden target. Kurome didn’t hesitate, quickly stepping back into position and repeating the motion, faster this time. Her breathing was steady, her body moving like a machine, each strike hitting its mark with lethal accuracy.

Nearby, her puppets, the lifeless warriors controlled by Yatsufusa, stood in silent vigil. They watched without expression as Kurome trained. Sweat beaded on her forehead, but she didn’t slow down. She pushed herself harder, imagining her sister on the other side of the blade. The thought of their inevitable clash fueled her, driving her to perfect every technique. She wouldn’t be satisfied until she knew she could defeat Akame—until she was the stronger sister.

Kurome stopped for a brief moment, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. She glanced at her puppets, then back to Yatsufusa.

"I will surpass her," *she whispered to herself, gripping her sword tighter before continuing her training.