The purple-headed captain wore her sleeveless black yukata, preferring the more practical clothing when she was training. One of her friends once said that not many would recognize her as the fourths captain in her training outfit, and she had laughed at him at least until one of the roughnecks of the 11th had tried to get her out on a date. The man had regretted the slap on her rump as she had treated his badly burned hand that afternoon.
She grinned as she entered one of the empty training grounds of the fifth where she intended to spend the afternoon, hopefully not alone.