Be prepared | Chika & Hiyori
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Chika was cleaning up the dojo, almost ready to get home. His father had already left a long time ago, trusting Chika to lock up. All of the weapons had been perfectly polished, the floors washed, and even the decorations had been dusted.
If only his father had hired someone to clean the place, Chika wouldn’t be stuck doing the chores. But his father didn’t trust anybody to clean it properly, and to not steal anything. It was a pain, but he had to do anything his father asked. With that brother of his already refusing to act like a Haninozuka, it was Chika’s duty to do his best and excel at everything.
He turned off the lights and exited the building. There, everything was perfect. The brunet had quadruple checked to make sure he had completed every task perfectly so that his father wouldn’t be mad. Now all he had to do was lock the door, put the padlock on it for extra security, and make sure he didn’t lose the keys. Simple enough.
He heard footsteps coming up from behind. “Who’s there? Show yourself!” he called out into the darkness. His katana was already in his hand, though it was still unfolded. If somebody was going to attempt to fight him, the martial artist was ready.
