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One-two one-two, her fists went in and out, striking an enemy that existed only in her mind.

One-two one-two, she swayed from side to side, dodging invisible blows that sought to take her head off if it landed cleanly.

One-two one-two, she stepped in and out, imagining the range of her foe’s arms, magenta eyes flickering about.

It was all image training, and the cold autumn wind made things so much more unpleasant, but Moe didn’t care. Nor did she care about all the strange looks she got from other students passing by, who’d turn and scurry away the moment they entered her field of vision. She cared about none of this crap, because, for the past week or so, everyone in her class was talking about DGO. Oh, boohoo, adults didn’t give a shit. Oh, boohoo, Masks took advantage of the lack of shits given and kicked your ass. Did they enjoy their little self-pity party? Did it make them feel them better about their otherwise pathetic lives?

The atmosphere was stifling, irritating, and, more than that, absolutely GARBAGE.

Sweat, no, rain dripped from her brow, the pink-haired girl picking up the pace, pummeling the foe that only she could see. As if she could clear this depressing atmosphere that those glass-jawed babies created just by punching shit.

A final strike towards nothingness ended her routine, and she brought her fists to her sides, letting out a deep breath. This…was enough for now.

White mist escaped her lips, the warmth of her own blood preventing her from feeling the chill that the weather would cause to her core. She looked at her fingers, clammy and red from how cold it was and grimaced. Pissed her off way too much. Moe shook some life into her fingers, hid them in the sleeves of her raincoat, before stomping off the muddy fields. She smirked at a passing couple, huddled together like a bunch of hobos too poor to purchase two umbrellas.

Heh, dependent weaklings.

As if to drive in the point, she walked through the same puddle that they avoided.

Small things like that really did make her feel better, huh?