Haruki quietly pulls off his helmet and gloves as he finds an empty spot in the teachers’ parking lot. Rummaging through his satchel he carefully moves his Gi and practice swords to one side. He’s seems distracted, perhaps sad after a fashion.<br/><br/>Not that he isn’t grateful his old coach got him an internship at the school teaching kendo, but rather he feels like his life isn’t moving forward. The academy eats up his time in the evenings; his weekend if you can call that is always tournaments and championships. Unlike his father he doesn’t glory in the attention and his general grumpiness shows.<br/><br/>Picking up his things he heads off towards the gym by way of the main entrance. Putting on his usual bland face he comes to a stop at a gathering of students. Interestingly enough he recognizes someone among the crowd.<br/><br/>“Hello Hikari,” he says calling after her only to see her run off strangely.<em>Where is she going?</em><br/><br/>He nods politely to the others.<br/>