Tears welled out of her eyes as she ran, and she hid them with her palms. However, that barred her vision, and so, she didn't notice the tall figure, walking straight opposite her.
In a short moment, that figure moved aside to avoid crashing into her. Isako only felt a touch of a soft red fabric by her side, and then, it was gone. Her door closed behind her, and she collapsed onto her bed, crying. Why was this family so, so hard?
The figure was no one else than Haru. She stopped walking for a moment, wondering what could have thrown the girl off so much. She was running from the direction of the training hall, but today was not a training day... Something serious must have happened.
She brisked up, letting her beautiful red kimono billow behind the steps of her long legs, till she came to the door of the hall. Closed, but not empty.
The door opened seemingly without any touch of her hands, and she stepped inside, just to find Arimus - without his helmet, and training. There was blood on the floor...
"Arimus. Is something the matter?" she spoke up with her silky voice, approaching him with the grace of a mountain lion.