Lost? No she wasn't lost, that would be absurd! Who got lost in their own hometown? And on a bright day like this none the less! Ok it wasn't exactly bright, but atleast it wasn't snowing or especially windy. She wasn't lost as in she couldn't find her way home anymore, but she indeed didn't quite know where she was at the moment, nor did she know where it was she had been supposed to go. The reason for this was because she had heard someone talk about a Showfight going on with sword and all the good stuff involved. Ofcourse those were things that hadn't been meant for her ears at all, as these fights could end really badly, so a kid walking in there, well, she wouldn't exactly be welcomed with open arms. Atleast she wasn't about to do anything illegal but alas, nothing about swords to see for her today it seemed. She would have been disappointed anyways, after having been born as a part of the Nanjirou bloodline, there was rarely any pure swordfighting outside of her clan that looked interesting.
Anyways, after having gone kind of lost, she had wandered around a bit absentmindedly and what finally got her to look up from the ground was a shop that was selling swords. Out of reflex she gripped the wooden Katana at her side and mustered the swords infront of her, or well, behind the glass window. Ofcourse she had a sword at home, waiting for her to make it officially hers, but since she was an academy student, she wasn't really allowed to carry the weapon around that was made of her grandfather... That is what her parents told her, they probably didn't want anyone to steal it with how much time Yuzu spend outside the house, not that she knew the real reason. Regardless, with her face smooshed against the Window, she had the strong urge to get her hands on one of those swords just so she could call one her own.
MFT: 339
Anyways, after having gone kind of lost, she had wandered around a bit absentmindedly and what finally got her to look up from the ground was a shop that was selling swords. Out of reflex she gripped the wooden Katana at her side and mustered the swords infront of her, or well, behind the glass window. Ofcourse she had a sword at home, waiting for her to make it officially hers, but since she was an academy student, she wasn't really allowed to carry the weapon around that was made of her grandfather... That is what her parents told her, they probably didn't want anyone to steal it with how much time Yuzu spend outside the house, not that she knew the real reason. Regardless, with her face smooshed against the Window, she had the strong urge to get her hands on one of those swords just so she could call one her own.
MFT: 339