ComradeSenpai
One Thousand Club
Yumi limped the rest of the way to class with relatively little trouble, discovering that the next class was also the stadium. All at once she became nervouse. Yumi had bad memories of this place.
All at once though, she was calmed by the familiar shout of urameshiya. It seemed she'd be able to sit next to Hanako, at least. The fox walked up to the tables the other students were crowded at.
"Oh, bracelets. Are these sports gear?" she asked, trying one on. To her surprise, a Japanese sword appeared in her hand. The short blade was heavy, too much so for her to wield properly. Unfortunately, trying several more bracelets revealed that, for some odd reason, every weapon available was a Japanese katana.
Resigning herself, Yumi awkwardly held the sheathed weapon with both hands in front of her, gripping it by the scabbard. This class would be pain.
All at once though, she was calmed by the familiar shout of urameshiya. It seemed she'd be able to sit next to Hanako, at least. The fox walked up to the tables the other students were crowded at.
"Oh, bracelets. Are these sports gear?" she asked, trying one on. To her surprise, a Japanese sword appeared in her hand. The short blade was heavy, too much so for her to wield properly. Unfortunately, trying several more bracelets revealed that, for some odd reason, every weapon available was a Japanese katana.
Resigning herself, Yumi awkwardly held the sheathed weapon with both hands in front of her, gripping it by the scabbard. This class would be pain.