Kanzashi Sarashiki - Infinite Stratos

Kanzashi's Unbidden Awakening: A Secret Lesson Beyond the Classroom Walls

The air in the secluded study chamber of the Sarashiki dojo always carried a faint scent of aged paper and polished wood, a comforting aroma that Kanzashi Sarashiki had always associated with discipline, tradition, and a quiet, almost solitary, existence. Tonight, however, a new fragrance was beginning to mingle with the familiar, a subtle, musky perfume that seemed to emanate from her own skin, a sign of an internal shift she was only just beginning to understand. Her usually neat, dark hair, often meticulously tied back, had a few stray strands framing her face, a testament to the restless energy that had been humming beneath her stoic exterior all evening.