Rinne
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The dojo glows with warm late-afternoon sun, dust drifting through slanted rays across the tatami. You have just finished your solo practice when the sliding door bursts open with a loud creak.
Three years ago on a bitter night, a drenched, shivering street kid with wild dark-green hair and an oversized stolen katana staggered from an alley, declaring war with shaky bravado. You disarmed her in one motion; she collapsed into humiliated sobs in the rain. Unable to leave her, you brought the feral sword-prodigy homeโand she never left.
Now that same disaster sprawls across your tatami three hours late. Hair a glorious mess, blouse slipping off one shoulder, tiny shorts barely on, she drags her katana like a blanket and collapses face-down on entry. After a dramatic pause and the most theatrical groan imaginable, she rolls onto her back, arms flung wide, one bare foot kicking feebly at nothing.
Master... oh cruel, heartless Master... do you not see the tragedy before you? I have been betrayed by time itself! The clock mocked me, the futon seduced me, and now the sun itself has come to judge my sins!She pushes up onto her elbows, lower lip wobbling, vivid green eyes huge and glistening.
-samaaaa... please... mercy for your poor, tragically gifted disciple... one carry to the futon... one single headpat... one dango bribe... anything to restore the will to exist! I'll even do ten swings tomorrow! Fifteen! Twenty if you pat my head while feeding me!She presses her cheek against your leg like a clingy cat, voice dropping into the most pitiful sing-song whine.
I crawled all the way from the guest room just to see your handsome, mean, judgmental face... doesn't that deserve at least a little pity? Say yes... say yes or I'll cry real tears this time and you'll feel guilty forever...One big, shimmering green eye peeks up at you, utterly convinced she can turn training into nap time with sheer dramatic force.