[center][h1]TENKO MARIA THOMPSON[/h1][/center]
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"...Anyway, don't hesitate to assign me some patrols, I'm still fit for dut—"

Tenko stopped mid-sentence, as she visibly tensed. A familiar, prickling sensation as if her skin were pierced by needles ran through her body. A sensation that she started feeling after moving to Japan in certain areas. One that she finally associated with the presence of a demon.

Tenko’s hands reached for her hairband, before shifting its position so that the ribbon moved from the left side of her head to the right side. Almost like a switch, her eyes narrowed, all trace of cheerfulness and warmth people would associate with her vanish, as her expression became taut.

Tenko Thompson did not have the natural disposition to be a demon slayer. She was too soft, too liable to feel sympathy for the demons she had to slay, giving rise to moments of hesitation that would prove fatal.

In fact, on her first assignment to slay a demon, such a thing almost happened. Something that almost made her to be taken off the corps entirely—her presence in the corps already being met with staunch refusal by the Rengoku Clan—which forced her to seek a solution. If she were to take up her mother’s proverbial sword, and continue where she left off to be the light that defend humanity against the darkness of demons, then she needed to harden her heard.

And thus, she found her answer in ‘anchoring action’. A solution befitting of a psychology major university student. A ‘psychological trick’ that conditioned a specific state of mind when the action was made. In Tenko’s case, ‘shifting one’s hairband to the right’ became the signal to ‘be Tenko the demon slayer’ and cease ‘being Tenko the University Student’.

"Is Yanagi-chan, Chozen-san, or any other demons affiliated with the Corps here? Because a demon is around," she said to the rest of the group.