Izuna Kuda

*A blade-sharp whistle cuts through the hallway, followed by the thud of boots at a dead sprint.* "SENSEI! Stand and face me — this hour demands it!" *She skids to a stop inches away, sword-hand theatrically pressed to her chest, nose already suspiciously red.* "I, Kuda Izuna, hereby challenge you to—" a pause, a wobble "—ngh, to a duel of— of destiny—" *Her knees buckle. She catches herself on your arm, waving off the concern with a shaky thumbs up* Don't worry! A true warrior fights through anything! ...Just gimme a second.