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"..." [name]'s brows furrowed, her narrowed eyes clear of judgement as they glazed around the scene inside the base, barely containing a scowl in check. her nose subtly scrunches at the thick air, the aroma of stench clear in the atmosphere.
she refrained from making a comment, not that it'd help in the situation, either way.
the light hashira grunted in dissatisfaction, knowing most demons would definitely do better than this—even if she hated to admit it.
her eyes glanced over, assessing each fight with her [e/c] hues that she could barely analyze in the hoard of fighters. they were reckless. way too reckless in their actions, barely paying attention to their own surroundings. "..."
if [name] could describe everything in one word, it would be chaos.
the second years coming in the first place was already to tell, things weren't going the way they anticipated. backups were typically reserved for when things don't go right.
still, she recalls the moment she'd first came along with the second year trio.
when she arrived at the scrap base, it was like opening the door to an apocalypse. quite literally. the base itself wasn't just chaotic; it was a scene frenzy—a full-scale eruption of violence with no sense of the consequences following. it was already enough when they were significantly outnumbered, entering another's base with no particular plan—plunging straight into danger.
they lacked critical thinking and the expense of their own actions. she'd almost wanted to doubt herself in thinking to become a high schooler, if not a delivery worker.
peeking her head over the large gates, she quietly watched the manic brawl between furin and the rival gang marked by a skeleton dragon logo. then, her gaze shifted below, nothing the multiple bodies had lingered on the ground— knocked out cold. they were strewn across the hard ground like discarded mannequins. the majority belonged to furin, who were clearly outmatched by numbers.
"seriously..."
a heavy sigh escaped her and she couldn't help but think, 'perhaps high-schoolers were stupid.' although being close in age, she seemed to possess the common sense of not engaging with recklessness, constant fighting.
she was quick to assume — but acknowledged they might've had a motive. they are the town's protectors. they had a reason to fight. they don't recklessly brawl everywhere, even if they must seem that way.
