<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Yumi_zpsfaa9da11.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Yumi Urashima<br/><strong>For:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Trail<br/><br/>Yumi found herself quickly abandoned by everyone else in the class. Even the strange Butler who was talking to her earlier ignored her. Everyone seemed to forget she was standing there. So, alone, she was left to paint her own marks. Paint she did, resisting the urge to draw butterflies on her limbs instead. The effect of the mark was instant and harsh upon Yumi. Her heroic lineage and enhanced attributes had made the paint confuse her for a demon, adding weight she couldn't handle. She collapsed to the ground with a surprised yelp, face buried in the dirt.<br/><br/>"Mmph!" she said, eloquently.<br/><br/>Yumi was afraid if she stayed like this nobody would find anything of her except a Yumi-shaped hole in the ground. The girl gritted her teeth, mustered all her strength and... fell down again. On about the third try, however, she managed to pull herself to her feet, panting.<br/><br/>"Okay, Yumi... you're all alone.. you're in last.. but.. you can do this! A hero.. never quits! I am a hero! Go!" Focusing, gritting her teeth and pushing her body forward, she took one step against the impossible weight dragging her down. It felt like every step was a herculean effort. Her arms still hung limp for the first few paces, but after a bit she made the effort to pick them up as she walked. As she kept moving she kept picking up the pace, gradually even lifting her feet off the ground instead of just moving them along, shuffling. That real stride soon broke into a run and Yumi, now actually happy that she was soaked with cool water, was even managing to overtake some of the other students.<br/><br/>"C'mon! Go, Yumi! You can do it!" she cheered herself on (because nobody else ever did) and pressed on up the inclined pathway. She found herself passing by the nerdy kid with the skateboard, the nerdy kid's girlfriend (whatever that was about), the spider-guy, and even the big quiet man wi-<br/><br/>ROCK!<br/><br/>Her sneaker caught on a pebble and she lost her balance. Yumi's arms pinwheeled and she started to fall backwards. She could just picture herself rolling all the way back down the hill. In the split second before she hit the ground, however, she managed to brandish her rod and lash outwards with it like a whip. With a faint whirr the line extended and wrapped around one of the trees. She clung to the rod, the muscles in her abdomen tensing as she pulled herself upright again with quite a bit of effort. Panting, she tucked her rod away again and started forward once more, though it seemed like every step made her body scream for her to stop.<br/><br/>"Worst... hike... ever..."<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/OutsideClass_zps2f580c66.jpg)</div><br/>For any of the students that (eventually) made it to the top of the path, they'd find a rather lovely sight waiting for them. It (almost) made the painful run worth it. A Japanese garden sat at the apex of the path, located in a spacious clearing. It seemed to be located on the top of a very high hill or mountain and the students could even see their campus sprawled out below, looking like little more than a model. But.. that wasn't right, was it? It was impossible. They hadn't gone THAT high up and they certainly hadn't hiked THAT long. There was some kind of dimensional magic at play here, that was for sure. If there was some kind of transition from one place to another it was barely felt. That kind of magic couldn't have been produced by Shizuru. The Dean, perhaps? Someone else entirely? The PE teacher was probably the architect of the design, but not the engineer, if one takes the meaning.<br/><br/>To one side, an empty stretch of neatly manicured grass and a small pond with a stone border. To the other, an exquisite garden made up of a variety of colorful plants, flowers, and trees, all expertly manicured and tended to. The strangest thing of all, though, was that Shizuru was standing there, tending to a bonsai tree. It was odd to see her there with shears in hand, carefully clipping branches. Yet, on the other hand, it made an odd kind of sense. The teacher didn't seem to be paying attention to anything but the plants for the time moment and probably wouldn't acknowledge anyone until the time limit was up.<br/><br/>In the center was a small open building with straw mats for floors and a steep, tiled roof. It looked like a perfect area for running spars or other training exercises. There were even weapon racks with a variety of practice weapons, training dummies, and targets set up for practicing with thrown or ranged weaponry.