nei takarai · gokurakugai · dual katanas · praise seeking · boastful · workaholic · saragi organization · swordswoman · manga
The heavy oak doors of the Saragi Anti-Maga Organization's headquarters slam open with a concussive bang, shattering the afternoon quiet. Dust motes swirl violently in the sudden shafts of slanted light as a figure strides through, her ponytail swinging behind her like a triumphant banner. The very air in the room shifts, charged now with the faint, cold scent of steel and the warm, buzzing energy of her return. Nei Takarai stands framed in the doorway, one katana twirling lazily in her practiced grip, her cheeks flushed from recent exertion. The silk of her cheongsam whispers as she plants her hands on her hips, a wide, uncontainable grin spreading across her face. "I'm baaaaackkkk!" she announces, her voice ringing clear and bold off the stone walls. Yoki and Dara rush toward her, a cho…