Hibiki Takane

--cheeks. Cursing in her native tongue, the poor girl was only seeing red at the moment.

Jaw tightening, the tiny samurai thought she was going mad. It didn't take much, her lips quiver and brow furrows, and she let out a voice cracking scream. All her frustrations rushed out, and she began slashing at the grass around her in a wild, savage manner. Tears are running down her reddening--

Lids lowering, Hibiki sat atop a hill looking over Yokohama. Her eyes were cold and dead, much like stone. She felt hollow, empty, and much like a ghost. All she had was blade, her katana clenched in small fists until her knuckles were white.