“Thank you, Senketsu.”
Ryuko calmly turns around to lean back against the trolley, still looking at the sky. The smile on her face stays for a little while long.
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Honnouji Academy: A school built on firm beliefs and a strong resolve. Originally designed to use its students as soldiers in a campaign to control the entire country through the use of Goku Uniforms, it was used as the battlefield for fast paced brawls, deadly duels, and tests of might and willpower. Although the very ground has been destroyed numerous times, it has went through constant repair as if it never happened. However, once those events have come to an end, everything seems to reached a new state of normality. Even the air around the school seems to feel lighter and less tense as before.
Once ruled through fear, the students casually pass through the star shaped entrance, talking with one another about life and interests. Some students still have small traces of fear in their mind, so they’re a bit on edge. As for Ryuko and Mako, they’re taking their time as they approach the school building, side by side. After the incident on the trolley, Mako has a large, white bandage right in the middle of her forehead. She lightly pats the spot, wincing a bit.
“I don’t remember how I got this in the first place. The last thing I remember was rolling across the ground.”
Ryuko glances at Mako and smiles a bit, “You crashed into the trolley car and slammed face first. Pretty much knocked you out cold.”
Mako starts bouncing as she walks, “That explains why I feel so alert and awake. I got some extra sleep on the ride here!”
Mako then runs ahead a bit and turns around to start walking backwards. She folds her hands behind her back and looks at Ryuko, scrutinizing every detail about her. Ryuko raises her eyebrow.
“What? Somethin’ on my face?”
“Nope. Just looking at you. It’s kinda strange seeing you like this.”
“Like what? Relaxed?”
Mako rushes forward and tugs on Ryuko’s uniform ribbon, “Seeing you in a normal uniform. It doesn’t suit you.”
Embarrassed, Ryuko crosses her arms and blushes a bit, “What’s that suppose to mean? I always wore a uniform like this. A transforming uniform anyways…”
“That’s not what I mean. The colors! You always wore Senketsu and it was red and black. Now you’re in blue and white. It’s like you’re switching sides or something.”
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