#dhresort

A clattering came from the cafe, followed shortly by a sharp curse.

Yoshimitsu stood at the back counter, her wooden sword in her hands and a broken coffee pot tumbling onto the floor.

“Infernal Western contraption...!”

With a harrumph, she sheathed her sword and slid her small container of matcha farther down the counter. Precisely how she was expected to work with these blasted things she couldn’t say. Perhaps it was a nice gesture for the school to reserve the resort for their class alone, but the greatly reduced waitstaff was helping nothing. She hadn’t seen so much as a custodian thus far.

As she sorted through the cabinets for something more useful, she heard footsteps. Whirling immediately, she drew her sword and flashed it under the approacher’s chin. Once she recognized them, she only lowered the sword an inch.

So, what to do? The thought repeatedly found its way to Nao’s head as he explored the resort. He wasn’t one for talking to others so he wanted to find somewhere isolated, which, considering the fact that almost everyone was inside somewhere, wasn’t easy to do, when he himself wanted to avoid the dangerously cold outside mountain. Whenever Nao came across someone, he simply ignored them and walked onward. Floor A, floor B, floor C, floor D, floor E... Nothing. There was always someone somewhere, at least in the rooms that attracted the snowtop. Sure, he could’ve taken refuge in the room that was reserved for him, but he wanted to avoid doing so in favour of taking in the sights. Being isolated in his room wouldn’t satiate his desire for insightful thought, and it wouldn’t give him ideas for some new poetry, either. Besides, he didn’t want to be seen as THAT much of an outcast.

Nao sighed. Eventually, he found himself in front of floor E’s lift. From there, he looked down at the endless expanse of white below him. This was going to be a gruelling trip. He didn’t want to go with everyone, but as a member of their class, he was expected to. Already, he wanted to go home. Thus, the thought returned to him: what to do? Well, there was one thing to do, definitely. Nao crossed his arms. It sure was cold. He wouldn’t be out for long.   What to do? ... He’d already gone through, briefly, all the resort had to offer. Nao closed his eyes. What place could he revisit? Someplace quiet. Someplace like... the library! Of course! With a destination set, Nao boarded the lift and made his move. ------------------------------------ Nao stepped into the library, peering into it before doing so. Nothing seemed to be too distracting. Even if someone was there, it should’ve been quiet enough. It was a library, after all. The boy moved further into the room, scanning the contents it had to offer. Literary classics, murder mysteries... Interesting stuff. It would’ve been nice to have something more engaging to do like solving puzzles or playing games but reading would be enough to kill some time. At least a good murder mystery would be mentally stimulating enough. Besides, he always was a fan of solving mysteries.