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The nearly invincible blade fluttered under the light, capturing it perfectly until it seemed to be pulsing. Changing colors and reverberating, its heart beating to the lights which flickered overhead. Delirious, sickening, and broken, the room was in a chaos of blackness, neon, and strobes. Which way was up? Which way was down? It was hard to tell. A black figure glided across the glistening floors, two blades clutched at its sides, creating a whirlwind as it cut through the air, slicing through the targets like they were air. Quietly, quickly, except for the music that played in the background. "Put on something with a beat," Nyromi had told Gregory, the family's butler, before she stepped into her privately built training room. She flipped her helmet down, "it helps me concentrate." Eight, nine, the last target was ahead. Nyromi twisted her body and slid her foot out in front of her, propelling one of the blades from her hand like a missile. It twisted and flipped through the air, a shard of broken glass so perfectly shaped and sculpted. So deadly. It sunk into the target. Ace, right in the middle. It sunk all the way down to the hilt before coming to a stop. The only sound that was made on impact was a tiny and sudden chop. Ten.

"Would you like something to drink Ms. Tsunada?" Her butler asked her, as she walked out of the room where she stored her battlesuit. She rubbed a towel at the back of her light blonde curls, so blonde they were almost white.

"No," she told him with a small smile. "I'm fine... Tell dad I'm going out for a walk." Of course, going out for a walk meant taking a stroll about her family's estate. She was allowed to wander, of course, just like any other girl her age. Though she knew her father didn't enjoy it. Things had just been too dangerous recently. She hated making him worry, even if she assured him numerous times that she'd be just fine. "Ah," she sighed, as she sat at the edge of the fountain, which bubbled in the middle of her garden. She took a sip of her water bottle. "So relaxing," she put her hands beside her and leaned backwards slightly, her eyes trained on the sky and clouds. Something caught her interest, circling around up above. A battlesuit? She wondered. She had been leaning back so far that she lost her balance, and before she knew it she was tumbling back into the crystal clear spring water. Her gray tracksuit was completely soaked. Everything was completely soaked. She was sitting in the middle of the fountain's pool like it was her bathtub, eyes wide in shock. After the initial coldness sunk in, however, she just gave into the water, lying in it and letting herself melt with it. She loved the rush and excitement that came with her battlesuit and the arena and the fighting, but this peacefulness was nice too. Her attention went back to the sky, as she floated on her back, the fountain pouring onto her like rain, but whatever was there before... was now gone.