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Yumi's sleepy awakening was quickly followed by a symphony of groans and stretches, her body protesting the early hour after a night of restless sleep. Her body felt like a tangled and unruly mess as she yawned emphatically, her hand gripping the corner of her blanket as she wrestled free of it. "Not now..." she grumbled lazily, her eyes still closed as she shuffled her way through her usual morning routine.
She managed to finally get to her feet, and her body still felt a bit cramped from the sleep. Her uniform was no stranger to discomfort, but today, it felt a bit more stubborn than usual. She sighed as she finally wrestled with it until she succeeded in getting it into a presentable outfit.
With her uniform and hair finally managed, Yumi picked up her bag and walked out of her dorm room, the early morning light already beginning to stream through the window. Her routine was well practiced and efficient, yet as she stepped outside, her tired body still resisted her every movement.
She quickly made her way across the campus, her pace steadily quickening as she approached the practice field. As she neared the area, her tired and groggy mood seemed to shift into one of anticipation, the air of competition and potential physical exertion promising to help clear away her morning sleepiness.
As soon as she stepped onto the practice field, a noticeable shift in her demeanor could be observed. As she set down her bag and started getting into a position for training, she began to stretch lightly and carefully, going through her usual morning warm-up routine that helped her prepare her body for the more strenuous training to come.
After her initial warm-up routine was completed and her body was fully stretched and ready for the morning's activities, her expression became more focused as she picked up the pace of her training.
Her movements were precise and efficient, with her body's motions well-rehearsed and her breathing a steady rhythm. The combination of the clear early morning air and the physical exertion of her routine was refreshing, and her mood seemed to visibly pick up.
With her training in full swing, she was completely unaware of the chaos taking place on the other side of the facility. Meanwhile, away from the practice field, Gojo, Geto, and Shoko found themselves huddled around a television, their attention split between the news flashing across the screen and the impending doom of Sensei Yaga's imminent arrival.
The dramatic news report played relentlessly in the background, Shoko's expressive reactions to each new dramatic reveal seeming to get stronger and more animated the longer the program went on. Geto, on the other hand, was definitely more calm and reserved, his brows furrowed in genuine concern as he watched the dramatic visuals displaying the explosive events.
Meanwhile, Gojo seemed almost completely disinterested, his expression more conflicted and preoccupied as he watched the news report. A faint frown appeared on his face as a sense of agitation began to rise within him.
