[center][h2][color=#FFA500][u]          [b]Katsuragi Ari[/b]          [/u]
[color=#FFA500][sup][sup]Current Location: Entrance of Kanna Academy[/sup][/sup][/color]
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It was a cold day for not only Ari, but everyone in the city. However, despite the low temperatures, Ari wasn't shivering or freezing, except for her reddened cheeks brought on by the cold weather. Bundled under a scarf and a thick uniform coat doubtlessly allowed because of a generous donation to the Japanese government from the Katsuragi family, the academy was relatively lax with Ari in terms of clothing as long as she had her uniform. Perhaps it was because the Katsuragi could easily sway governmental officials, but whatever the case was, Ari was just glad she didn't have to suffer through the cold like the other poor kids. Still, there was something Ari felt towards them, like the feeling you get when you see a stray cat alone in the rain or one of those sad commercials asking you to donate your money for a cause. The swordsman felt compassion towards the unfortunate, a feeling her parents would strongly be against. 

She looked up at the tall building, her eyes unable to see what lied behind the top of the school from her position. The overall size of the academy made it feel like it was something else other than a school, like a massive mall or a superstore. Regardless, even Ari was impressed with the campus' size. Other than skyscrapers, the only large building the swordsman could think of was her own home. With many vibrant walkways and rooms, the academy seemed just like the Katsuragi estate, but the school was much, much more bland in terms of appearance. There was no big windows or doors made of the finest wood, there was only gray walls and simple doors, like those you would see at a doctor's office. Ari, despite previously being impressed with the size of the academy, felt that it was hard to call the building a school instead of [i]that big bland thing[/i]. The size was the only memorable detail for Ari, and everything else - from the walls to most faces of the students - were like lost and forgotten thoughts.

Feeling that she was gazing at the building for too long, Ari made her way inside, where she might enjoy some respite from the cold weather even it hadn't affected the swordsman as bad as it affected others. Some of the students glanced her way, most likely due to her status, but for the most part no one really paid any attention to Ari. That is, until the swordsman stumbled onto a confrontation between several students. She watched the fight unfold in front of her, partly wanting to break it up and partly wanting to watch the fight to figure out what exactly was the cause and who started it. However, Ari knew that if she sat there instead of doing something, the officers and teachers at the academy might consider the swordsman an accomplice, or punish her for showing bad initiative by letting the fight continue to happen. [color=#FFA500]"What's this? Aren't the third years, our senpais, supposed to set a good example for the first years, their kouhais? Am I not wrong, Akihito-sama?"[/color] Ari asked as she approached the three men who had thoroughly beaten Daizo in an already unfair match. A hand rested on her hip, while Ari's other arm was limp to her side, but ready to draw her blade if the swordsman needed it. Hopefully, Ari wouldn't have to draw it, but bullies and delinquents were always the unpredictable sort.

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