[center][h2][color=ed1c24][i]Kimiko Maita[/i][/color][/h2][hr][@Crimmy][@Savo][@GarlandDaHero][@Suku][/center]
[color=ed1c24][i]Why did we even come in here?[/i][/color] Kimiko asked herself. The room was empty, thankfully, making the slash at the air that Frosty demonstrated look utterly ridiculous. Kimiko shook her head and entered the room, quickly searching around for a better replacement for the plastic sword she carried. As fortune would have it, a wooden practice katana was among the gear. Although it was certainly no sharp blade, the weapon had some heft to it and could certainly cause harm in the right hands.

The right hands... Kimiko glanced down at the wooden blade she now wielded. Fighting wasn't a miko's place. If her father knew, he would be furious. Why was she even here? She hadn't chosen this path; she had simply been dragged along. What even was this place? It was certainly no longer the school, despite sharing the same hallways. This also couldn't be a dream unless it was the most realistic dream imaginable. 

She shook her head, clearing it of the doubting thoughts. Now was the time for clarity, not hesitation. Kimiko reached over to retake Suzune's hand as she drew in a deep breath. [color=ed1c24]"Well, there's the exit,"[/color] Kimiko said, her voice quiet and meek. [color=ed1c24]"Perhaps we should use it."[/color]