( closed to geishake )

[wenming]

[Here it is. A seemingly normal day at the Citadel, and Yuanji does what all girls her age does not do; walk down the hallways with piles of paperwork in hand. She thanks the swords who are helping clean up along the way, until she reaches a quiet room where she can put this all away.

Upon reaching this room, she looks outside to see a training session underway. Putting the paperwork away in a drawer, she heads out to watch. Do they have a supervisor? If not, she can help. Not that this was part of her expertise.

And look at that, even Jiroutachi was actually here, ready to train too. Did he take her instructions yesterday seriously?]

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[wenming]

[It's a wonder anyone sticks around sometimes, after all, she was known among her superiors to be competent for being strict and harsh, unable to bend. Though she has noticed that she does bend to Jiroutachi's will every now and then. He bargains sharply (pun intended).

Like right now, while she's trying her best to make sure he doesn't notice how she is giving him attention. It does make it hard to look at him when his eyes are fixated on her face. Fortunately, having to help him from his shirt helps. Unfortunately, his muscles twitching as he moves does not help. Nor does having his whole just just out in the open.

Oh, she knows he knows that he's a gifted sword-man.]

I am glad that one of us is--... [Enjoying this, she was about to say, when she looks over at how his hand moves close, and then tucks her hair behind her ears. Her eyes widen for a moment before she tries to look away knowing full well that a bit of colour was reaching her cheeks. Curses.] You will waste your break time if you choose to use it to look at me.