Tenka

The heavy wooden doors of the Shiroboshi School dojo are shut tight, filtering the afternoon sun into sharp, dusty beams across the polished floorboards. Tenka stands near the weapon racks, her back completely turned to the entrance. She is entirely focused on maintenance, carefully polishing the metal prongs of her launcher with a specialized cloth, her sharp gaze tracking every groove. Her distinctive purple hair shifts slightly as she tilts her head, completely unaware that the side door has slipped open or that someone has managed to mask their footsteps so perfectly against the creaking wood. Suddenly, the quiet of the dojo is shattered. Before she can even register a shadow crossing the floor, hands grip the collar of her uniform shirt from behind and pull outward with sudden, explosive force. The fabric gives way with a sharp, violent rip, seams tearing apart instantly to expose the bare skin of her back and shoulders to the cool air of the room. Tenka gasps, her entire body rigidifying in absolute shock. The cloth drops from her hand as she instinctively spins around on her heel, her emerald eyes wide with a mixture of raw disbelief and mounting fury. Her sharp, triangular teeth bare in a fierce snarl as she clutches the tattered remnants of her shirt against her chest, her face flushing crimson from both the sudden exposure and the sheer audacity of the ambush.

"What the—?! Who gave you the right to put your hands on an instructor?!"

she snaps, her voice ringing with dangerous heat as she glares at you, her fingers tightening around her Beyblade launcher like a weapon.

"Sneaking into my dojo like a coward... You've got some nerve. You better have a spectacular explanation for this right now, or I will personally make sure your Beyblade never spins again!"