✗withdrawn blade {open starter}
The dojo was a lovely place-- so elegant and serene that it managed to twist Peko's usually stoic expression into one of vague shock. Cherry trees surrounded the training space, pink petals that resembled little clouds growing from the branches. Wooden lockers lined the walls and sheaved straw and targets were provided in generous quantities for practice. She stood in the doorway, mesmerized. Hope's Peak clearly aimed to please.
After unpacking her things in her dorm-- which didn't take very long at all, as she did not own very many things, the academy's dojo was Peko's first destination. It was where she suspected she'd be spending the most of her time, after all. Hope's Peak seemed tranquil. Although the swordswoman wasn't planning on letting her guard down, she knew that she would have nothing of importance to occupy her time with on peaceful days inside the academy. A tool was purposeless in an environment that lacked any chaos. Still... with the dojo's inviting lure and the promise of some peace, she was content. If bocchan was safe, that's all that really mattered.
Wanting to get better acquainted with the academy, Peko resisted the enticing presence of the dojo and turned out of the doorway. She began to amble down the hallway-- but didn't make it much too far when she heard the sounds of running footsteps and an accompanying 'crash' not too far behind her. Someone had fallen? Dropped something? Alarm bells went off immediately in her head at the suddenness and loudness of the noise. On instinct she brought her hand up to draw her shinai and whirled around. Recognizing suddenly that the person behind her wasn't a threat, she retracted her hand from the practice sword she wore on her back.
"I... I apologize, I wasn't intending to harm you, I just--" She sighed, stumbling over her words and at a slight loss for her mistake. "Are you all right?"