Get new friends, and Punch Them! [Yuki, finished]

I really should learn to read sometime. This is way too embarrassing. Well, all that matters now I suppose is that I am here. But who is it that I am meeting, and for what purpose? Is it a challenge? Maybe I am in trouble. Or maybe someone just wants me to take over their patrol. I suppose I’ll find out, huh?

It had all started with a letter which, surprisingly, had been sent to her! Rarely did anyone ever come to her for something, but now here she was, actually using her little letterbox for once. Unfortunately for the sender Yuki simply did not know how to read. Oh, she knew very basic things, like numbers, which she could use to somewhat navigate her surroundings, but beyond that she had quite some difficulty. So, despite how embarrassing it might be, Yuki had required the assistance of a market vendor while she was out purchasing some morning breakfast. Thankfully he had been kind enough to inform her that it was a request to meet up and where that meet up was to take place. Luckily for her it was a place she was all too familiar with.

As such it should come as no surprise to anyone that Yuki arrived late for today’s meeting with the mysterious stranger. Of course that hadn’t been her intention, but she couldn’t really help it, now could she? At least it was only by a few minutes. The petite one-eyed wolf quietly shuffled into the combat barrack’s training grounds, gaze darting about while she searched for the one who sent her the letter. There was no description given, but there had been a name: Mirja.

Such an unusual name. Maybe. It might be a normal name. Maybe my name is unusual. Regardless, I am here.

Thankfully there was only one other woman within the training grounds on this particular morning and Yuki highly doubted that the name belonged to a boy. So, without pause she ventured over, stopping a couple of meters away. The little wolf’s upper body lowered in a respectful bow, and the voice which emerged was fairly neutral and somewhat quiet, although too calm to be considered timid or nervous.

“Hello. I am Yuki Kameko. I apologize for my tardiness, but as requested I have come. May I ask what it is you desire?”

She wore her Shinigami uniform, as was usual, and while the rumors about the color of her eyes was correct only one of them was actually visible, the other hidden beneath a simple black cloth which, at the moment, acted as an eye-patch. She was fairly pale, although much of her body was concealed by the loose fabric of her robes. And that smile which could melt the hearts of the jaded? It simply wasn’t present. If anything she had a neutral almost dissatisfied look upon her face. Not that she was actually unhappy or anything of that sort. In fact she was somewhat excited, for it was rare that she was summoned by others. No, this was simply the mask which she always wore, cemented in place forever by the time she’d reached the academy. She was also quite short, topping out at four and a half feet tall; maybe five if one included her wolf-like ears, which stood up on end for the time being. A large poofy wolf’s tail also rested behind her, lazily drifting from side to side. First impressions were often underwhelming for Yuki.