The day had been to slow for Kasumi to bear, and she'd left early, hoping that the dojo would still be standing when she got back. Tsukiko had been there with that odd Ulquiorra boy again, kicking his ass again in an attempt to train him, and she knew she could trust the dojo to that girl. She entered the park, shading her eyes from the afternoon sun. She moved her shoulders a couple of times, trying to reposition the katana she had on her back, but to no avail. Finally, she just pulled the damn thing off, and carried it in her hand.