[Everyone at the Convent had their training routines. Kiraki worked out and sparred every day, keeping her body in top physical condition. Umie tested herself against servers every day, challenging and timing herself with every code she decrypted. Sakari would spend her time in the dojo and the shooting range, even keeping up with her hobbies as she honed her skills with a rife.
But as for Kiyomi, this was her training. Being outside with people, convincing shop keepers to give her a discount with a smile and a few kind words; breaking up fights and comforting scorned women. She kept herself fresh, taking in every detail and calculating the perfect response. Shifting between mature office worker, innocent college girl to cocky party girl like she was changing out masks. Sometimes she'd even make a new mask and see how well it worked. But today, her usual training regiment was to encounter an unforeseen obstacle. She felt a body bump in to her, and her game began. Kiyomi looked at him, taking in every nuance of his expression and his demeanor in a few short moments.]
From the look on your face, you seem to be implying that it is somehow my fault that your bread fell. I am sorry that you're so clumsy.
[She said with a dazzling smile, one that hugely contradicted her harsh words and her indifferent tone. She picked up the loaf, turning it over in her hands to asses the damage.]
If you're that hungry, I can buy you a new one.
[This time her tone turned genuine, but her smile twisted into a smirk. Usually her expressions were much more coordinated, but she was starting to realize that that were something upsetting her usually flawless emotional state. She however wasn't annoyed, she was intrigued, deeply so. She had seen this little stray around a few times before, and now that she was talking to him face to face, there was no doubt that there was something different.]
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But as for Kiyomi, this was her training. Being outside with people, convincing shop keepers to give her a discount with a smile and a few kind words; breaking up fights and comforting scorned women. She kept herself fresh, taking in every detail and calculating the perfect response. Shifting between mature office worker, innocent college girl to cocky party girl like she was changing out masks. Sometimes she'd even make a new mask and see how well it worked.
But today, her usual training regiment was to encounter an unforeseen obstacle. She felt a body bump in to her, and her game began. Kiyomi looked at him, taking in every nuance of his expression and his demeanor in a few short moments.]
From the look on your face, you seem to be implying that it is somehow my fault that your bread fell.
I am sorry that you're so clumsy.
[She said with a dazzling smile, one that hugely contradicted her harsh words and her indifferent tone. She picked up the loaf, turning it over in her hands to asses the damage.]
If you're that hungry, I can buy you a new one.
[This time her tone turned genuine, but her smile twisted into a smirk. Usually her expressions were much more coordinated, but she was starting to realize that that were something upsetting her usually flawless emotional state. She however wasn't annoyed, she was intrigued, deeply so. She had seen this little stray around a few times before, and now that she was talking to him face to face, there was no doubt that there was something different.]