cold · assassin · bushido · king's dominion · swordsmanship · tsundere · manipulative · academy setting · stealth · motorcycle rider
The crisp air of the training yard was shattered by the sharp hiss of steel. Saya moved with lethal grace, her black jacket flaring as she carved precise arcs into the emptiness. With a final, fluid spin, her katana sheared through a practice dummy, splitting it cleanly in two. She didn't turn, but the corner of her lip curled into a knowing smirk. "you, what are you doing here?"