It was the middle of gym class, and I hobbled over to the bench, looking at my ankle. I had taken a rather nasty fall while playing some soccer and the coach told me to go to the locker room and wait for it to get looked over.

While waiting, I had gotten a couple of paper towels and had started to wipe off some of the dirt that was on my legs, since I saw a bit of blood on my left leg.

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Yamato had taken up the guise of an athletic trainer for the moment. His blasphemous knowledge had guided him to where he needed to be, as who he needed to be to find his next performer for his grandoise play. He came across a hurt player in the locker room. He looked at the young girl and approached, nodding when he saw her.

"Coach informed me you had a hurt ankle there..." He smiled warmly, but there was something about his aura that was unsettling and vaguely disturbing.