[center][h2][color=mediumorchid][u]          [b]Kawano Hasumi[/b]          [/u]
[color=mediumorchid][sup][sup]Current Location: School Campus[/sup][/sup][/color]
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[color=gray]The whispers ceased, class begun and everyone opened their history textbooks. Each class they would have today would be introductory, their teacher taking the time to graze over the syllabus before diving into the various required texts. As expected, the start of their textbook began with a simplified overview of the start of the world, before delving into the creation of Japan--the [i]Tenchikaibyaku[/i], or in other words, the creation of heaven and earth myth. Ms. Kobayashi asked one of the students to read the text, and Hasumi listened with importance, flipping pages as the student stood and read out loud to the class. The creation of Japan was a dull topic, something that had been taught every year--as if they were beating a dead horse, but Hasumi took everything in. The past molded her. the fear of not listening consuming Hasumi.

Then, as if the world stopped, the classroom went silent. The student stopped speaking, and pages froze in mid air. What baggy clothes Hasumi was wearing soon grew lighter, like a comfortable form-fitting outfit, now hidden under a large black cloak. Around her waist was a series of assorted knives, ready to be drawn at a moment's notice by Hasumi. Somewhat confused, Hasumi looked around the classroom, noticing everyone had been frozen in time except the oddball she had noticed from before. Like Hasumi, Chiyaki was dressed in an odd garb, no longer in his school uniform and with a nasty whip at his side. Something had grabbed his attention, and before Hasumi could say anything, Chiyaki bolted out the classroom in search of what he saw outside.

A glance outside the window revealed a golden knight and a black clothed archer fighting abnormal monsters--demons. Looking down at her new clothing, Hasumi felt a calling to help them. It had been highly unlikely that she was given armor and several weapons to stand around, especially when Hasumi had her odd fascination with knives. Whatever force that had stopped time had wanted her to fight, rather than flee as Hasumi had done all her life. Pushing her chair back as she stood up, Hasumi made a dead sprint outside the classroom, soon reaching the main doors of the campus. Drawing two daggers free from their sheathes, Hasumi watched the battle carefully, wondering when would be the time to strike.

Of course, such a time would be now. Reaching backwards as far as her short arms would allow, Hasumi launched two of her blades towards the demons like a boomerang, cutting through several demons before embedding itself in a demon's pitiful attempt to block the flying knives. Dissipating into a bluish mist, the daggers returned to their sheathe as Hasumi charged forward, cutting into a demon that was more than double her size, reminding her of her abusive father. As if in a fit of rage and fear, Hasumi fought and fought, her blades slicing a swath through the demons' ranks until she was too deep within and surrounded by foes. A swift death may be coming, but Hasumi was fearless--her first time fighting back triggering something within her.[/color]

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