4 - Hidekazu
Hidekazu knelt at the edge of the arena, his semi-permanent position in Sazami Natsuko's martial ki class, punishment for his late arrival at the Academy. He sketched the kigou from Natsuko's lecture in his notebook while she demonstrated with the students below. A combination of fire, wind, and—
The brush and paper flew from Hidekazu's hands, ink splattering on the white marble and over his kimono. A cacophony of laughter hissed from the responsible parties, a young man and woman at least a few years older than Hidekazu. An oni marked the front of their uniforms; their education was combat-based.
"What'd you do that for, Usui?" The woman, Takagi Arisa, looped a thumb into her blood-red obi. "He'll fail out without your help."
No one, nameless, worthless.
"For how little
