[Center][H2][color=630460]Amy[/color][/h2][/center]

It was Amy her first day of enrolling into the school. She was accepted into this school by the great skill of assasination from her parents. But non the less, she didn't have much of this skill herself. Amy was a lazy bum who was only specialised into a few things of the fine art of assasination and that was traps and the art of the katana. 

Yet she still wasn't fully fledged at it and her techniques still contained some minor problems. Like for example, she was rather easy on the usage of her own stuff. Cutting her food with her own katana didn't seem to be such a good idea like it sounded. Her master caught hold of the situation and made her do 800 upper sword swings as punishment. After a well done three swings she eventually fell asleep. But this time it was diffrent! She could do what she wanted cause she had said her good byes to her old master and left to attend this school. The school started normally enough for any normal assasin school. Weird tasks and students with animal masks beating the crap out of the other students like they were brainless monkeys. Amy quietly stared at the monkey and refrained from interferring. She didn't want to get into any trouble herself over all. However she was sneaked up on, but quickly dealth with it by jamming her sword into his face, only with a light movement at the speed of light she noked the monkey instantly out flat. Her katana was of course still sheated. Otherwise the higher ups of this school might punish her later.

She crouched next to him and poked him with the top of her sheated katana to see if he was still alive. It was a close call but she did it. Now to prepare for what was comming. She assumed they were fighting in two teams. One half of the school against the other. She had to defend her fragile body against the monkeys, or else she could be done for. Amy placed a few of her self made traps into the hallway with her rope and super thread. She covered the rope traps with leafs and the super thread ones were invisible in itself. The rope traps were clearly visible but just maybe someone would fall for them. Amy was done placing the last of her traps in the hallway and walked over to the middle of the hallway before she could notice... 

One of her legs was pulled back by one of the ropes. Amy fell faceforwards onto the ground which clearly could be heard echoing through the hallways and was lifted upside down, up into the sky. Her katana had fallen onto the ground in the progress of being trapped by her own trap leaving her helpless hanging around. Her face was blank and expresionless not knowing how this possibly could have happened, only she was able to pull of something like this. 

It immediately came to notice that her skirt had adjusted to the gravity and was hanging over her belly button now. She timidly placed the skirt back where it belonged again and aimlessly stared in front of her as she slowly spinned around in circle's. Eventually she looked down to the ground and tried reaching out for her katana but was unable to get it. This did not help at all and only made things worse. As she had stretched out her arm her shirt also started to move little by little. The shirt dropped in front of her face covering her vision. She timidly also placed her shirt back on the belonging place and casually started waiting again while still slowly and anoyingly spinning around.