<strong>Name;</strong>Shizuru<br/><strong>Time;</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location;</strong>Outside Main Hall<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>None<br/><br/>Shizuru sighed softly as she emerged outside again. What a bore. The toughest part about long life was the boredom. She hadn't had any real fun in at least two thousand years or more. The era in which she'd felt at home was long gone and all she was left with was the loud but boring human world, or the garish and deadly underworld. The demoness lifted her left hand and summoned a small ceramic cup, about the size of her palm. It was filled with sake. She curled her other hand around it and lifted it, taking a quick drink before letting out a little happy sigh. ".. at least sake always reminds me of you, Keiko."<br/><br/>The demoness shook her head and waved away the emotion, then willed away the ochoko. Left arm extended out to her side, palm up, she summoned Koryu (http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Katana-1.jpg) in a burst of flames. The fire licked up the edge of the black sheath (http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Katana2.jpg) before disappearing. The weapon lowered itself into her hand and she turned it horizontally, carefully drawing the gleaming katana from it's sheath. It was unremarkable for a weapon wielded by a demon. No intimidating spikes, horned skulls, or onyx gems. Just a simple, effective weapon. Shizuru's lips pulled into a slight smile and she slid into position, going through her kata one after the other. Koryu sung as it cut through the air, felling imaginary opponents one by one.