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 Katsumi flipped the page of her book, solely focusing on the story rather than actually getting to the school. Soon, she lifted to her head to see that she had already arrived. Oh… Since when was I so close to the place, I wonder. With that, she closed the book and put it inside her book. I suppose i’ll have to read later. She walked over to the entrance, completely ignoring those around her. Right now, she had no need to pay attention to others. All she wanted to do was figure out where she would have to go. Katsumi had on her black and white katana that flowed gently behind her as she walked. 

 Many people were already there. Katsumi gripped her sleeve and exhaled, looking down for a second and then lifting her head once again. I wonder how they’re doing… She wanted to see her siblings but.. They didn’t want to see her. She had a serious expression on her face as she walked inside the building. Impressive but unfamiliar to Katsumi. Non-Japanese traditional places weren’t places she had ever visited. No mind I suppose. She didn’t want to be extremely rude so she did, in fact, smile at a few people as she walked.

 “Next time you're out walking about, you may want to give passers-by a smile, or at least a nod. Recent research reveals that these tiny gestures can make people feel more connected.” Was what she read in a book. She didn’t really get why people needed to feel connected to strangers but she understood that it was something that people felt the need to have. Connection.Connection to the world and to the people inside it. To feel [i]special[/i]. At least it was a bit interesting to read about.

 After a while, she decided to eat. She had brought a full traditional Japanese meal with her that tasted divine. She wasn’t exactly hungry but… She decided to eat a bit before she started doing something else. It was already pretty late and that meant that classes were most likely over. She headed over to the garden that she had seen earlier in front of the dorms. There were benches as well as a few small tables.

 Taking a seat, she opened her [url=https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcQDZUnX5ZSV8SuUSqEUc7Q0xOWVKNKrrMS_xD702mlwUqz5sVDR4yo-LgRT_vQ-brYyMquqGdo&usqp=CAE]grand bento box[/url]. The aroma was strong. However, food was never as good when no one was there to enjoy it with you. [color=662d91]“Why did I make this much? I can’t eat so much food myself..”[/color] Used to making large portions for everyone, her bento had an assortment of food that she now had laid out. Taking a bite, it tasted delicious. I wonder what my classes will be? Her black hair fell over her shoulders as she ate. It really doesn’t taste as good without them here but… They’re hopefully having a good time. That was the thought that managed to make her smile a bit but… they’re probably not. She looked down at her bento, [color=662d91]“Tastes fine.”[/color] Even though it tasted far better than fine. This is where i’ll be attending from now on, hm? Looking up at the school for a moment before continuing to eat her bento that she would most definitely not be able to finish.