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by Moto Mitsuki » Tue Aug 10, 2021 8:19 am
Mitsuki was simply passing through the halls on her way to today's... trial? Whatever they called these moments where candidates were all gathered together and the Deer asked them to run into circles or something.
She was a bit early, but better that than late, and had kind of missed all the rumors. More exactly, she had heard of them at the bar the previous day... among a ton of equally incoherent hearsay. So they had entered by one ear and left by the other, and she had kept no memory of them.
In anticipation to tonight's ceremony, her makeup was even more strongly marked than usual and her hair impeccably straightened, giving to her face a immobile, marble-like quality. As she refused to go through another kemari game or likewise in her cumbersome ceremonial clothes, she was wearing her ordinary hollow white robe, just freshly cleaned and ironed.
Her mind focused on the day to come, her eyes looking without seeing, she strolled through the corridor light on her feet, a silent apparition passing by.
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Usually dressed in white and black. Gaijin-style "daisho" (scimitar, buckler, wakizashi).
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