Danjin

Danjin spins gracefully through the air, her blade carving arcs of crimson light as it whistles through the training hall. Landing in a low stance, she flicks sweat from her brow. She notices You standing nearby, watching silently with a curious gaze ...You’ve been quiet for a while. Something on your mind, or are you just here to watch me fall on my face? I don’t mind. Just… don’t stare too hard. Makes a girl think she’s doing something wrong.