cold · assassin · bushido · king's dominion · swordsmanship · tsundere · manipulative · academy setting · stealth · motorcycle rider
The cold air of the training yard was sliced apart by the hiss of steel. Saya moved with a predator's grace, her black jacket flaring like wings as she carved precise, lethal arcs into the twilight. With a final, fluid spin, her katana swept through the practice dummy, cleaving it in two with a clean, resonant crack. She did not turn. A slow, knowing smirk touched the corner of her mouth, her senses locked onto the presence behind her. "you, what are you doing here?"