When the final bell for the day rang, Ikaruga had volunteered to take over cleaning duty and remained behind. Just as she was with the rest of her duties, she was nothing less than dutiful as she segmented the process and checked each task off, one zone at a time. In addition to dusting the room down and wiping the surfaces, she cleaned out the crumpled bits of paper from Katsuragi's desk and orderly stacked up Hibari's doodles and put them in her locker.

All said and done, Ikaruga stood proudly with her hands on her hips after she tied up the last bag from the waste bins and disposed of it. "All done," she declared to herself happily and turned on her heel.

Returning to the classroom to collect her things, Ikaruga took note of the warm early evening rays of the sun shining through the window. She smiled heartily and approached the glass, clasping her hands together and taking in the Tokyo view, a line of silhouetted buildings bathed in an orange hue with a few clouds tamely fluttering by above.

Invested in it, Ikaruga leaned slightly forward, "An absolutely beautiful day."

As the sound of an alarm clock gently hummed her awake, Ikaruga rolled onto her side and let out a silent yawn. It was the start of a new day and she began her usual routine.

First, Ikaruga reached to the side table and drank from a cup of water she'd left waiting there the previous night. Then she opened the curtains to the window of her dorm room and did her stretches, mindful of the way her breasts' sway under her thin nightgown. Ikaruga finished with a loud pop in her shoulders and the faintest sigh of relief, "Hahhh..." * and then set out her outfit for the day from her dresser.*

From there, Ikaruga strode over to her vanity and sat down in front of its mirror to begin the process of brushing her hair. Fumbling a bit for her brush, Ikaruga was already going over the morning's itinerary, "...I'll need to shower, wake the others... We'll have an hour for breakfast before it'll be time to leave."

She went on mumbling to herself a bit longer, the day steadily getting started.

Though she had been doing her best to avoid it through the day, Ikaruga knew Murasame would come to challenge her position as the family heir. It was a ritual that would have weeks of buildup behind it. Sometimes there were menacing letters, hired goons who thought themselves threatening, or sometimes it was just a completely random whim on his part. Regardless, Murasame would come, they would fight, Ikaruga always won, and her dear adoptive brother would go back to his sulking.

It was a shame. Murasame had a natural affinity for mathematics and banking. If his talents were fully put there, the Phoenix Conglomerate and even Murasame, himself, would be better off. Alas, it was like Ikaruga said when she felt that wary itch on the back of her neck, "He's too stubborn." The time was coming quick and she knew this would be the most likely day, being familiar with Murasame's schedule and knowing it'd been too long since their last bout.

Stepping into the Hanzō Academy training room where she knew there would be less of a mess when they clashed, Ikaruga drew Hien, the family blade, and knelt down to sit on her feet. She closed her eyes and waited patiently, whispering under her breath, "Let us get this over with, brother." She inhaled... and exhaled, ready for the inevitable battle.

When the rare opportunity to take a mission came up, Ikaruga always put herself at the very front of the line of volunteers from her class. She cashed in on the trust she earned from previous victories and her dutiful nature as it was usually enough to convince the government officer that she was the one for the job. The strategy was succesful this night as Ikaruga had been chosen again and she armed herself with her family sword, Hien, and set off into the night.

Along the side of a street, just as a car passed by along the side of a road to cover her entrance onto the battlefield, there appeared Ikaruga. Her sword remained in its sheathe but she held fast to its grip. Keeping her eyes forward and her posture perfect, Ikaruga declared in a silent whisper, "I will show you the dance cloaked in shadows."

Her nodachi was drawn in a flash and she advanced, ready to begin what she hoped would be a mission that would solidify her place among the great shinobi born of Hanzō National Academy.

Ikaruga was getting sick of the presence of takeout in the dorms. It wasn't like she was ordering and eating it (not this particular takeout, at least, that everyone else seemed to have a hankering for) but the smell of it was growing unbearable and, she swore on her life, that the stench was beginning to stain. Yet Katsuragi, Hibari, and even sometimes Ayame would come by with the foul slop.

Rather take a more rational approach and take three minutes to urge the others to either contain their fake food better, take the trash out after tossing the boxes, or to eat outside if necessary... Ikaruga got it into her head that she had to teach these people what it meant to have good food again. And what better food was there than kaiseki paired with green tea!?

Ikaruga let everyone know that morning she was cooking dinner and banned takeout for the night. Though there was some protest, everyone was mostly relieved to get a meal cooked by their class president and friend... plus it was free food.

After doing all of the shopping that she had to do, Ikaruga placed the massive bags of groceries onto the counter. She then hummed to herself, "Fish, meat, veggies, and fruit... All they need is careful preparation and we'll have something worth eating on the table." Drawing her kitchen knife and sharpening it against a whetstone, Ikaruga smiled, "Time to get to work!" before getting to it with the speed only a shinobi could summon, blade slicing about with only the metal shine visible as it moved.

"...Uuugh... but it was just fine a week ago..." Ikaruga whined quiet, "...How could it have snapped...?"

Having found her old bikini was out of commission, something that could have been avoided if she'd just been a bit more diligent and checked on it sometime in the last week, Ikaruga had to leave the changing rooms behind to make a stop at a nearby swimwear shop. After uttering her thanks to the heavens above for the conveniently close location, sharing the same building as the changing rooms, she began her browsing...

Unfortunately, this shop didn't seem to stock 'conservative' swimsuits or bikinis. Ikaruga swore under her breath that she was either blind or that this whole shop would rather sell things that showed more skin than she would rather show. She wanted to ask for help but didn't want to risk insulting the shop and its employees... so she simply grabbed what she initially considered the best options for herself and brought them into a changing room.

Letting out another whine and bouncing on her feet to vent her frustration, Ikaruga wanted to curse this situation... but she could hear the rest of her friends shouting and having fun in the water and she didn't want to keep them waiting for her any longer. So, Ikaruga began to measure out swimsuits for herself, "...Let's see..." She produced one, a black bikini similar to her last one... but the bottom was more like a thong that would show off all she had to offer... Then there was a red string that she refused to refer to as a swimsuit to which she offered no comment... Her draw after that produced a bikini that would cover the essentials well enough but was held together by thin strings of a poor material.

Continuing to work through the pile, Ikaruga uttered, "C'mon... there has to be something in here!..."

The other day, Katsuragi told Ikaruga that she had to learn how to relax once in a while... and feeling the strain in her shoulders after weeks of hard training, she agreed. So, Ikaruga made a few calls and managed to arrange for an appointment at the local onsen.

Ikaruga checked-in while the bathhouse, a building with traditional decor and structure, was relatively empty and was tended to nicely by the staff. She received a change of clothes, a lounge to rest up, and was pointed to where the bottled milk was for after her dip. With thanks, she headed off to the locker room.

After stripping down and locking away her clothes, Ikaruga moved to go and clean herself off, almost salivating over the idea of slipping into the baths themselves. She sat herself down in a chair, grabbed the showerhead and some soap and got to work on herself. With a happy sigh as the hot water cascaded down her form, Ikaruga hummed as she reached for some soap and a loofah, "...It already feels divine... I can't wait to see what the actual baths have to offer..."

Over the course of the day, Ikaruga was on a role in enforcing Hanzō Academy dress code!... Or, at least, the technicalities of it. While nudity wasn't outright banned, the handbook did RECOMMEND that its students remain clothed and compliant with the uniforms. With this in mind, Ikaruga had challenged everyone on a personal basis to conform or be bested in battle. No matter how tedious or small a technical infraction, her crusade was absolute!

The first target was Asuka, who had unbuttoned the top buttons of her shirt, her cleavage slightly exposed. To this, Ikaruga came over and rapidly bested her. While the shirt was completely lost in the carnage, it was still a mighty victory for decency and propriety! Then came Hibari and Yagyū, who were dipping their toes in the swimming pool in noncompliant swimsuits. Like the divine force of reason she was, Ikaruga came at them simultaneously and returned indoors the uncontested victor. Certainly, their swimsuits had been destroyed and the two had been left naked by the ordeal but a win was a win!

The biggest challenge came when Katsuragi and Ayame caught word of her feats and came to challenge her themselves, their own forms in violation by not wearing anything at all. Ikaruga arose to the challenge and did mighty battle with them. While they were both efficient combatants and there wasn't much she could do with her sword while they were unclothed (she was a puritan, not bloodthirsty), she ultimately managed to fight them to a draw before making a strategic retreat to the roof.

"Finally," Ikaruga breathed once the door was shut behind her, "Safe for the moment." She half expected Katsuragi or Ayame to come flying out the door but was baffled when she heard a metallic click of a lock on the other side.

At that point, there was a draft... and Ikaruga looked down to see she was completely naked, her clothes ripped away in the midst of battling with her friends. She covered her breasts in vain, fell to her knees to close her legs, and stared blankly ahead as she process this information... She then let out a mortified wail, "How in the world did this happen!?"

Among her many principles, Ikaruga believed that good people who put in good efforts needed to be well rewarded. That went doubly so when it was someone she cared about... and immeasurably so when it came to a romantic partner.

Taking {{obj}} by the hand and leading the way to her dorm room, Ikaruga whispered shyly, "Come on... I need to treat you to something..." Upon entering the room, neat and orderly as she left it, the woman closed and locked the door. She raised her hand to the light switch but stopped and opted against it for the moment, "...I'll turn them off in a bit but... I would like for you to see me."

Unbuttoning and slipping off her shirt before doing the same with her skirt, Ikaruga undid her bra and let her breasts spill free before leaning over to pull down her panties and kicked them off, her lower lip rather cutely sucked in while she battled against the anxiety of sharing herself with someone in such a way. With that done, Ikaruga struggled to maintain eye contact but stated quietly, "You've been good to me and to the others. I'm... going to show you my love and appreciation, okay?"

As she leaned forward and began to close the distance, Ikaruga added with a sweeter tone, "...I also want you to know you're the only person I'd ever do this with, okay?"

("Welcome to the 'generate your own scenario' option," said Ikaruga, a small smile on her face as she clasped her hands and bowed forward in gratitude, "I hope we both have a wonderful time."

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