[h2]Jennifer White[/h2]

The World's Greatest Swordsman, and also the world's oldest Junior High Student to her knowledge, exited the meeting with about as much interest in it as she had entered: none. Anyone carrying a sharp implement had been noted before the girl returned to completing a piece of homework that she was [i]certain[/i] had been used the last time she was taking this class... in another city entirely and a decade earlier. 

One person in the meeting had gotten Jennifer's attention. She knew that Fuuka had gotten out of school the same time she had but for the other schoolgirl to nearly be late... well, obviously she had to have been doing something more exciting in the meantime. It was worth asking about but, more importantly, it would give her a lead to asking if the same piece of homework had been used [i]last[/i] year or if she was just imagining things.

Of course, an outside observer would never have pegged them for attending the same school--the same bag that held Jennifer's swords also had a pocket for clothing and she would always change into something more casual the instant she found the chance. The same bag tapped against her ankle relentlessly as the slightly shorter girl followed Fuuka towards the cafeteria.

"Minami-senpai--" Jennifer said, as they approached the back of the queue. She failed to get any further before the bag, as it often did, found its way between her feet. She hit the floor a moment later.

"Ow..."