on the top of the school's roof there is a shack protcting the stairwell that leads up onto the roof aand on top of that little shack Kasumi Kuragari an 18 year old high school male in his third year laid staring at the clouds contemplating the dulldrums of yet another day. "it's really a shame that nothing ever happens here" he muttered to himself in his casual and exceedingly laid back tone. This young man was the captain of the Kendo club from middle school through his second year in highscool however he had found himself suddenly bored with it and dropped the club to be a normal student and now he was kind of regretting that decision. looking back though he realized it didn't matter if he wanted to practice kendo all he really had to do was go to his father's dojo where he had grown up practicing kendo. he was incredibly skilled at it but his lazy personality partially over-writ the competetive perspective and so to him it was merely a hobby that he could carry on with whenever he felt like it. he is somewhat sadistic because he enjoys the feeling of his weapon pushing against another figure whether it be their weapon blocking his own or if it was their body being bruised. all he knew is that he enjoyed the suffering of others maybe a little more than he should.