A peaceful yet slightly hot weekend afternoon, the cicadas chirp loudly and incessantly.
The courtyard of the Kamiya family.
Tsurumi Aoi holds a wooden sword, practicing suburi under the shadows cast by the red maple tree in the yard.
"Ah—"
"Um—"
The girl's high ponytail slightly sways with the movement, the strands of hair glistening. Her usually gloomy eyes now appear determined and focused, her hands gripping the sword hilt tightly, with her knuckles slightly turning white from the exertion.
Tsurumi's attitude towards swordsmanship practice has always been meticulous.
Today was not originally a designated swordsmanship practice day.
Tsurumi has been under Kamiya's tutelage for almost half a year now, often taking the initiative to come to the Kamiya residence.
When Kamiya is available, he will give some extra guidance to this diligent second disciple. If not, Tsurumi will practice on her own at the teacher's home.
