Bowing her head slightly to Aryn, Kari smirked a bit to herself as she saw him call her upon her manners. She was only half Japanese, but she was still aware of the culture. “A pleasure.” She said quietly as he introduced himself then walked off to talk to the coach. Once she was in her own corner to practice, Kari’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she wielded her sword. This was something she really loved to do, kendo, and would totally get lost in the moment.<br/><br/>When she saw the new transfer, Aryn, reproach her after speaking to the coach. She always was fond of those who had some attitude, like herself, and she figured they would get along rather nicely after things settled. Slowly pulling her mask off, she stared at him softly, her eyes now calmed now that she’d gotten some of her pent up frustration out, calming down to the movements of her dance. “No, you didn’t catch it.” Slowly putting her hand to her chest, she smiled bowing her head. It was apparent that she was only partially Japanese from her complexion, which was rather nice when she wasn’t so pent up.<br/><br/>“Kari Kasaro, Third Year here at Gekkoukan. So you are young for your grade? Or just really smart?” She asked with a bit of a smile. Kari was being friendly now, leaning on her shinai for support as she felt her leg act up a bit from an old injury in the motorcycle accident she was involved in years prior. Her blue eyes flicked to another that was in the room, for the students partaking in the club were slowly piling in, and she noticed how he just sat against the wall. He always seemed to do that, but Kari had never gone and figured out why. Figured she should leave him be if he wanted to wallow in his own emotions. Turning her attention back to Aryn, she waited for his response.