#pekotheprotector

Every morning, Mukuro felt her arms and legs beginning to cramp when she pulled herself out of bed. It was the first sign that she was beginning to lose her flexibility, and she soon figured she might as well do something about it. Though she hated leaving her sister without her protection, Mukuro knew that if she let herself become more and more immobile, when the time came that she needed to do something, she wouldn't be able to. 

So, she decided that she'd take an hour every morning, soon as she woke up, to train in the dojo nearby. Though her trusted bowie knife was still reportedly missing, that was no reason to stall. She'd simply have to make do without it, perhaps train her muscles in more conventional ways. The dojo was empty when she entered, hearing her footsteps echo in the open room. She set aside her heavier jacket and stood in her plain dress shirt and skirt, underneath a pair of boy shorts, and was prepared to begin when she heard the familiar sound of footsteps.

Instantly, she ducked around the corner in hiding, waiting for the stranger to appear from the doorway. And, when a silver slim of hair was visible through the crack, Mukuro leaped into action and was prepared to deliver a strike to the base of her neck before stopping herself.

The stranger was that--a stranger. Mukuro did not recognize her and certainly had not seen her before arriving at the school. Of course, Mukuro hardly knew anyone here, but that goes without saying. She took a step away from the strange girl with stark red eyes.