[h3][color=0054a6]Kira Nomo[/color][/h3][hr]

Almost everyday since since Kira turned twelve, she had been getting up at five in the morning in order to perform a routine workout to stay in shape for baseball. Things have changed since that time. The workouts had changed from conditioning, pitching and batting practice to strength and martial arts. Her father had fully embraced retirement and stopped waking up to help his daughter train. Kira suspected that he was still upset about her failure in following his footsteps, which was beginning to get a bit, well... tiring. It wasn't as if Kira could control the commission or rules, but still, her father found a way to psuedo-blame her for it. 

Although Kira felt like she was growing apart from her father, there was at least something good to come from it. Kira and her mother had never really been to close since it was always her and her father. She was more of a background figure in her life, which Kira came to regret as she was getting to know her mother since her fall from baseball. Every morning Kira's mother would wake up at five, tidy the house a bit, and then prepare Kira a healthy breakfast. It was breakfast with mother and those moments would always be held in Kira's fondest memories.

This became Kira's new routine as she prepared for the inevitable call from the mysterious Tumble. She hadn't a clue when she might be called but better to be safe and prepared than not at all. In fact, Kira had a gym bag prepped ever since the evening of her acceptance, so when a call came at five-thirty in the morning, Kira had a feeling it was time.

Sure enough, her mother called her into the kitchen, told her who called, and offered her bag and a simple breakfast. Kira quickly ate most of it, gave her mother a hug, and departed with her mother's well wishes. 

Kira followed her mother's instructions with a hint of skepticism. [i]"Meet me at the Toshinori National Garden, beside the swings. I'll be the one in the sandbox."[/i] ... There was an explanation to follow, supposedly. The thought had briefly crossed Kira's mind that this was all some elaborate hoax, a joke at her expense, but this all strangely sounded right, like this was a test for something grander. No way of knowing until she was there.

She was dressed in dirty blue hoodie and plain looking sweats that concealed her shorts and a plain t-shirt. Her hood was up and her gym bag was thrown over her shoulder, looking the part of a serious early morning athlete. Kira had surprisingly arrived second to another. Upon arrival, Kira noticed a woman laying in the sand... Tumble? She assumed from the unflattering eccentric first impression but there was the other. A fellow student..? He looked fit, though a bit groggy and maybe a bit beyond that, worn out..? [color=0054a6]"Morning. Kira Nomo, ready for..."[/color] Kira stopped just before the sandbox and glanced down at the infamous Tumble, expressing slight bewilderment. [color=0054a6]"...anything, Tumble."[/color] Her tone trailing off in hesitation at the sight.