A school life… Tsumiko had to admit that she’d never lived one before, and thankfully, at that. Classes were time better spent on other things. Listening to entitled ‘educators’ prattle on about something irrelevant or something that came about as simple common sense was far beyond irritating. The only interesting thing she learned was of the much intriguing Grimm, dark creatures that hunted and killed humans for absolutely no rhyme or reason except for the sport of it. They reminded her of the creatures of darkness from her home, and the songstress entertained her bored mind with drawing up parallels between the two.
That day’s classes couldn’t have dragged on any longer. Once it was over, Tsumiko was one of the first to get up to leave, bidding Arthur to follow. He did, of course, like the good man he was. So devoted and loyal, he was. She loved it. She loved him. And she was never going to let him go. Striding through the halls with an alluring smile on her lips, and the air of superiority, the songstress was on a hunt. For what? Well, entertainment, of course. And what better way to obtain that, then the test the strengths of these hunters-in-training?
Moving from the halls to the training arena, the songstress took a position along the wall, leaning against it with her arms crossed under her bust. She watched all those that were present hone their… rather amateurish skills. It was actually painful to watch. Sure, there was the handful that were exception at the art, but it was clear which ones were going to die quickly on the battlefield. Standing beside her beloved for a while, Tsumiko watched on before wishing to put her own skills to the test.
“Come, love. Let us show these children what true power is.” She stated with a delighted chuckle. Walking into the arena, the sound of her heels clicking against the platform. She stood in its center, her sword, Siren’s Talon, in hand. Smiling sweetly at whoever looked her way, Tsumiko called out to the people. She even winked at one young man that she caught staring.
“Is there anyone who’d like to spar with myself and my partner, here?” She asked, gesturing to Arthur. “We simply wish to test our skills against someone who would… put us in our place.” Her tone was suggestive and sultry. With the gloved finger of her gauntlet placed at her lip, the songstress looked around with a soft pout. She wondered just who would offer themselves up as the first victim.
That day’s classes couldn’t have dragged on any longer. Once it was over, Tsumiko was one of the first to get up to leave, bidding Arthur to follow. He did, of course, like the good man he was. So devoted and loyal, he was. She loved it. She loved him. And she was never going to let him go. Striding through the halls with an alluring smile on her lips, and the air of superiority, the songstress was on a hunt. For what? Well, entertainment, of course. And what better way to obtain that, then the test the strengths of these hunters-in-training?
Moving from the halls to the training arena, the songstress took a position along the wall, leaning against it with her arms crossed under her bust. She watched all those that were present hone their… rather amateurish skills. It was actually painful to watch. Sure, there was the handful that were exception at the art, but it was clear which ones were going to die quickly on the battlefield. Standing beside her beloved for a while, Tsumiko watched on before wishing to put her own skills to the test.
“Come, love. Let us show these children what true power is.” She stated with a delighted chuckle. Walking into the arena, the sound of her heels clicking against the platform. She stood in its center, her sword, Siren’s Talon, in hand. Smiling sweetly at whoever looked her way, Tsumiko called out to the people. She even winked at one young man that she caught staring.
“Is there anyone who’d like to spar with myself and my partner, here?” She asked, gesturing to Arthur. “We simply wish to test our skills against someone who would… put us in our place.” Her tone was suggestive and sultry. With the gloved finger of her gauntlet placed at her lip, the songstress looked around with a soft pout. She wondered just who would offer themselves up as the first victim.