Episode 0.6 - Competition And New Friends
October 1 - Saturday
Sunset checked herself in the mirror. Everything was perfect. She was in a very nice black uniform for Iaido, borrowed from Kato Rin. She even was wearing the overcoat, haori, and the fancy lace himo which kept the haori together. Today was the big tournament for the others. Sunset wasn’t participating, she had barely begun to learn the first form, but she was going to support them. There wouldn’t be any cheering, but silent support was always welcomed. Mister Shinmi had been the one to suggest that Sunset wear the full uniform. It would let everyone know that she practiced Iaido.
The train ride was quiet and easy enough, despite having to change lines a few times. She got a few odd looks, but most people recognized a traditional uniform, even if it was on a foreigner. The tournament was being held in a multipurpose center, which wasn’t far from a station.
As soon as Sunset got off the train, she noticed more people in uniforms and carrying cylindrical cases. Openly wearing swords in Japan was illegal, but they had to be carried somehow. In a case, unable to easily be drawn, was the correct method.
The event center had two lines; one for competitors, the other for anyone else attending. In between them stood Mister Shinmi, along with several other men about his age. They were all dressed in traditional attire, with black tops but varying traditional patterned hakamas. Only Mister Shinmi was brazen enough to wear a sword out in front of the event center. There were a few police officers around to ensure the safety of the crowd, but they didn’t seem to notice him, or if they did, they didn’t care that he was wearing it.
Mister Shinmi saw Sunset and she could tell by his look that he wanted her to approach. Sunset took a deep breath in. She knew that whoever he was talking with, they were important people. It was clear by how they all stood, as well as their age. She had to make sure she presented well, or it would reflect poorly on Mister Shinmi. She strode over to them as confidently as she could and then bowed, going lower than normal, but not too low.
“This is a student of mine, both in class and in Iaido,” Mister Shinmi said. “Miss Shimmer is an exchange student here for the second trimester. Miss Shimmer, this is Honda Narishige, Ishin Suden, Amano Yasukage, and my brother, Shinmi Tadayo. Outside of my brother, they are highly respected Iaido senseis. My brother doesn’t teach, but he is a well-respected master.”
Sunset Shimmer bowed again. “It is an honor and pleasure to meet each of you.”
“How are you enjoying our country?” Amano Sensei asked.
“Japan is a beautiful country and Tokyo is full of life in a way I am not used to,” Sunset explained. “As big of a city as Canterlot is, it isn’t a huge metropolis like Tokyo.”
“Ah, Canterlot,” Honda Sensei smiled. “I visited there once. A nice place. I was only there a day or two, but it has a charm of its own that I have found nowhere else. The air felt magical, if you know what I mean.”
“I believe I know what you mean more than you do,” Sunset replied, unable to resist smiling.
Mister Shinmi started to laugh and then the others joined in. Sunset was unsure what to do.
“Miss Shimmer might have the reverence down, but she has some wit and fire,” Ishin Sensei laughed. “I wish some of my students were a bit sharper. Some of them are like the swords they wield; beautiful, well balanced, perfect in every way, but lacking an edge.”
Sunset couldn’t help but laugh with them. It was weird laughing alongside people who were her superiors in a culture that had strict rules about the interactions between a youth and her elders; between a student and masters of the practiced martial art.
“I need to go inside and check on my students,” Mister Shinmi said. “I was waiting for Miss Shimmer to arrive.”
“I suppose I need to go too,” Amano Sensei said. “I am a judge after all. But Matsuo, you should bring the club around to the dojo some time and you need to stop in to see an old friend more often.”
“I will.” Mister Shinmi assured them before bowing slightly.
Sunset bowed to them all and followed after Mister Shinmi. She got to skip the line since she was with Mister Shinmi, who had already been cleared.
“I grew up with them,” Mister Shinmi explained. “We all trained together for a while and also found ourselves facing each other in kendo competitions. In one way or another, they all either own a school, or teach at a school when they can, as well as doing tournaments. My brother may not actively practice, but he maintains his presence so that if he once again picks up the sword, he won’t have been forgotten.”
“This may be prying, and not my place to ask, but you say that like your brother is ill?” Sunset said.
“My brother is a...focused…individual,” Mister Shinmi explained. “His job keeps his mind occupied elsewhere. He got sloppy and as skilled as he is, with his mind split, he can’t get himself settled for much beyond the basics. He is too proud to go back to a blunted blade. Iaido was developed and practiced by the samurai, whose main job was to defend their charges. Their focus was on combat and although they often had legislative and other duties for ruling territory, combat was a major factor of even that.
“They practiced the fine arts, like poetry, calligraphy, music, and painting, in a balance to the aspects of war. The art of war in the right hand and the art of peace in the left. They needed both to survive their responsibilities.
“I have confidence that my brother will once again pick up the sword. Until then, the best thing for him is to be a part of things even if that means just being present.”
“That is logical,” Sunset said. “An artist may not have time to paint, but that doesn’t mean they should not go to art galleries when they can. Rarity is a fashion designer. Even if she didn’t have time to design for some reason, keeping her away from staying in touch with the fashion scene would be impossible. If you succeeded, it would be cruel to force her to live as such.”
“You have wisdom for your age,” Mister Shinmi said. “I know many who can fake looking older than they are. They know what to say, how to act, but it is just a facade. You have experience and understanding.” He smiled warmly at her. “But I guess I should not be surprised. After all, you were accepted into the exchange program. Still, you are ahead of many others of your age and even those out of college lack what you seem to have.”
He had no clue what Sunset had gone through to learn those lessons. There wasn’t an easy way to explain it.
“I’ve lived an interesting and diverse life,” Sunset said as they sat down in the chairs Mister Shinmi had led them to. They were in the very front and center, the best seats, because he had students in the tournament and she was one of his students. Sunset continued. “I’ve made my mistakes and I learned my lessons, often the hard way. The things I once desired I no longer do. When I didn't get what I wanted, I went down a darker path. I gave up all I had worked for, all the good in my life, and turned my back on it. In the end, it only caused me more pain and my true desires were further from my grasp. The other exchange students, it was through them and their friendship that I was saved from my darker self. Now, I want more than anything to help others and shine a light, like the sun, and warm up this world. The more I experience, the more I know, the easier it is for me to empathize with others and help."
"That is a noble goal in life, although a bit vague,” He said. It was a clear challenge to get her to think more critically about what she really wanted.
"How do I define that goal then?" Sunset asked. "I feel like I have wasted too much time already. I'm almost out of high school, which means I will have a lot of paths available to me, but how do I know which one to choose?"
"Well, since we are here, at a tournament which is centered upon the martial art of the samurai, let me draw from their wisdom. We have time before the tournament starts and it probably will take an hour before any members of our club are reached. They always start with the junior kids and lower ranks first."
"There are a lot of people here," Sunset said, looking around at the stadium seating that surrounded the main floor. That wasn't counting the chairs on the floor.
"This is the big tournament for the region,” he explained. “It hasn’t always looked like this, but now it draws in a good crowd who just come to watch. Iaido has a cultural heritage to its tournaments and expositions that Kendo does not have. Of course, Kendo has people hitting each other with swords. It is hard to compete with the action and excitement Kendo has. But, back to your question. The text Hagakure was written long ago and already had decades of the samurai codes being applied before it was written down.
"It states: 'I’ll give you the answer to the question ’What is most important to the heart of a warrior?’ The answer is, 'To desire with one’s very soul every second of every day to accomplish one’s aim.’"
"Good, but what is my aim?" Sunset asked.
"That I don't know," Mister Shinmi said, smiling warmly at her. "Let's try another from the same text. The first statement is 'Life is not so important when forced to choose between life and integrity.'"
"I wish I had learned that lesson a long time ago," Sunset snorted.
"And yet, at your young age, you have,” he remarked. “The first part of this next one you have down, but what about the rest? 'Wisdom comes from paying attention to wise people. Love comes from always striving for the good of others and placing others before oneself. Bravery is developed by simply gritting one’s teeth and with determination crashing through any barrier in one’s way without regard to the circumstances.'"
"I think so," Sunset replied. "I think I have learned all of them. I don't think I would have put bravery like that, or used love in that exact way, but I can see how I have applied both in a similar manner."
Mister Shinmi was clearly enjoying this discussion. He looked very much like the samurai who he was quoting. The only thing off was the modern chair he was sitting in.
"Listen to the next two and tell me what you think. 'There is certainly nothing more important in life than what we do at the present moment. A person’s entire life consists of nothing more than one moment piled on top of another, over and over again. Once enlightened to this, the warrior has nothing else to worry about, because he realizes that he has only to live in the present moment with the utmost intensity.' And the other is: 'A man’s life is only a vapor that vanishes in an instant. One should spend his life doing that which he enjoys. As short as life is, it is foolish to spend it doing only the things one hates.'"
"I don't disagree with them," Sunset said with a sigh. "But for the first, I'm not a warrior, or trying to be one. I might be dressed like one today and I might be learning Iaido for a short time, but that doesn't make me a warrior or mean I am striving for that. None of my future paths include law enforcement or a military life either."
"I think you misjudge yourself," Mister Shinmi said. "The way of the warrior can be applied to many aspects of life, not just a battlefield. Budo is the lifestyle that one lives while practicing bujutsu, the physical side of the art; in this case, Iaido. If you wish to spread light to people, that means you have to combat the darkness, whatever that may be. As the Hagakure puts it, 'a warrior is worthless unless he rises above others and stands strong in the midst of a storm,' and I believe that you have already done that."
Sunset involuntarily touched her geode necklace that was hidden under the uniform. "Yeah, I have. A few times. What else?"
"Every morning a warrior should recommit himself to death. In morning meditation, see yourself killed in various ways, such as being shredded by arrows, bullets, swords, and spears, being swept away by a tidal wave, burned by fire, struck by lightning, dying in an earthquake, falling from a great height, or succumbing to overwhelming sickness. An elder warrior said, ‘Once out of your front door you are surrounded by death. Once you leave your gate you are surrounded by enemies.’ This saying is not merely a parable, but a way to prepare for your fate."
"Bullets?" Sunset asked. Bullets and guns were modern tools for warfare. Nothing about the samurai invoked modernism, which is part of why they were so beloved around the world. They had not modernized, sticking to the old ways of combat. It was seen as the epitome of honorable. "When was this written?"
"Teppo firearms were introduced from China in the late 13th century,” he explained. “It wasn’t until after the Portuguese met with Japan in the middle of the 16th century, that early matchlock guns were developed and produced. Their use in battle during the Sengoku period, the warring states from 1467 to 1615, shaped the Edo period and Japan's samurai. Their use was the deciding factor in some key battles. The text was written during the Edo period. Even during the relatively peaceful Edo period, they were still around and sometimes employed on the battlefield. Arrows were more sustainable and easier to train regular people to use, but firearms had their place in some battles. Many samurai during the Edo period never fought in a battle, let alone a war, and dueling had been significantly reduced as well. Things happened, but the Hagakure was written to solve the odd juxtaposition of a warrior class with no wars to fight, yet who had to remain relevant and also ready to fight, but not cause conflict during a time of peace.
"Those words of wisdom are not just applicable to warriors. They are very applicable to someone who chooses a life of service. Once you decide what light you will shine and how you will shine it, you will have to commit to carrying that light. Every day you must wake up and reaffirm that commitment, so that no matter what happens, you follow through. Not for just the day, but every day after it as well."
"I see your point," Sunset admitted.
"I doubt you will be able to shine a light in the darkness without being out front. You don’t seem like the kind of person to sit back and follow others either. Whatever your path, you will be out front, and probably gain a following, increasing the light and warmth you spread. It is not easy being a leader. It requires you to put others before yourself. You might be the one out front, but in order to ensure that they follow you, and you all complete the goal you all want, you must put aside your own needs and desires. Selfless duty requires you to sacrifice your own spiritual needs and do whatever it takes to protect the world.
“A real leader doesn’t force others to follow them, rather they inspire them to follow and to complete the same goal. A samurai defending his home could order the soldiers under him to march out across the open ground, exposed to arrows and bullets, and they would do it, but they would be afraid. Even if the samurai was leading them from the very front, they would not fight well because of that fear. But a samurai who inspires the soldiers under him, will find himself at the head of a heroic charge, fighting beside brave men, men who can break the enemy’s line and win the battle. While they may be afraid, they are able to see the greater purpose in their actions. There is a time and place for direct orders, but if you are consistently inspiring those under you and around you, they won’t see them as harshly, and they will listen and follow your orders well, because they know that you are not forcing them to do it unless you yourself are forced to."
"I never saw leadership like that," Sunset admitted.
"It is rarely taught like that," Mister Shinmi retorted. "It is a lesson that comes from my own studies and wisdom from my own life. I was not quoting anyone, but I am not the only one to agree about leadership being selfless and that it works best when you inspire others. Do you want to know my favorite lesson, which comes from the Hagakure?"
The question was coy and it excited Sunset to see him in this playful, yet serious, light.
"What?" Sunset asked, smiling mischievously.
“If you are caught unprepared by a sudden rainstorm, you should not run foolishly down the road or hide under the eaves of houses. You are going to get soaked either way. Accept that from the beginning and go on your way. This way you will not be distressed by a little rain. Apply this lesson to everything.”
"That is a good one," Sunset said, nodding. "I never thought of it like that."
"Balance your mind and your body, and little will be able to shake you,” Mister Shinmi advised. “When everyone else falls down, you will still be standing and be able to help pick them up. If you wish to learn more, you can read the Hagakure yourself. We have several copies in the school library. They also have copies of the Book of Five Rings, another important thing to read."
"Can you teach me?" Sunset asked. "Beyond just reading some books. You are as close to a real-life samurai as I will ever know and you also are a student of history and the social sciences. That is a combination that is unique."
"I have time on Monday and Wednesday afternoons, after Iaido," Mister Shinmi said. "But I will have to open it up to the others in the Iaido club. We could discuss things as a group for a half hour or so after the club finishes."
"That is fine," Sunset agreed. “I think that would be good for us all.”
The conversation ended as the tournament’s opening ceremony started. It was short and to the point as they turned their attention to the reason why they were all there. Sunset got to see the form she was working on from several different angles and approaches. One even included a left-handed practitioner who had to do everything opposite.
In many ways, they all were just kids, middle and high school youth putting on a performance. In other ways, they were warriors. Some were imitators, others were obviously destined to be more.
Sugieda was a judge for these early forms. There were significantly more competitors at the early ranks than the later ranks. He was put to good use judging. To be a judge meant that they trusted him a lot. There were a lot of flashing swords and quick but sturdy movements, but it was very quiet for a competition.
Kato Rin was the first from their club to compete. She would do the form side by side with her competition, and they would be judged both alone and against each other. They bowed in unison to the judges, turned to face each other, bowed, and then turned back towards the judges. They both went down into the seated position. The head judge dropped his hand like a flag and they began.
It was a brilliant display as they both moved at the same pace. The forms had their own rhythm, yet they flowed smoothly. In a competition, you had to stay with that rhythm and if you broke from it, it would be obvious due to your opponent. They stayed together and Sunset couldn’t see any real difference in the forms. Kato Rin received the higher score. They both bowed to the judges and then to each other and exited the floor.
The next of her schoolmates to compete were Hara Tameichi and Torii Aika, and it was against each other. Iaido didn’t separate males and females for competition since there was nothing physical about it. Hara Tameichi received a slightly higher grade than Torii Aika.
Out of the boys, Yamamoto Niko also won, but Okumiya Masatake didn’t. The girls had less success. Only Ishin Sara won. Akaza Ryoko, Hirose Sana, and Watanabe Bashira lost by a small margin. Natsume Kure and Abe Tatsuo lost by larger margins. Abe Tasuo slipped and fell, on the initial move, and there was no way to recover in score after that. For those that moved on, only Yamamoto Niko won an award.
Although there had not been any open cheering, people were talking as they watched. It was low background noise, but enough to notice as the crowd went silent. Three boys came out and Sugieda Masazumi was one of them. With only three in such an advanced bracket, they tested all three against each other.
The other two were good, but Sunset found herself on the edge of her seat as she watched. Sugieda Masazumi’s movements were graceful and precise, yet each strike was powerful as he let the blade do its job. The strikes would clearly slice through his imaginary opponent. He was a very gifted practitioner.
It was a fairly close scoring between the three of them, but Sugieda Masazumi had a full half point above the other two. He bowed to each of them and the two of them departed. Sunset watched him take several steps back, where he regulated his breathing, and then strode forward. He bowed to the judges and then went into the seated position.
“He is testing for his next rank,” Mister Shinmi explained.
From the first form, to the next, he progressed smoothly with the sword audibly splitting the air. He wasn’t forcing it, but the sword sang under his meticulous guidance. At the end of each form, he smoothly transitioned from the ending, feet together, and then back down to the seated start with a poised grace. When he reached the form he had just performed, he did it for a second time and even better than in the competition.
There was little need for deliberation. The judges awarded him his next rank.
Mister Shinmi leaned over to quietly explain something to Sunset. “Mister Sugieda is now the highest ranked youth in Japan. At the end of the school year, after he graduates, he will be moved into the adult brackets. His competition will increase, but he will still be ranked well above most adults. The greater question was whether or not he should be allowed to progress so far as a youth. It isn’t just about if he could perform the forms, but they had to think about if he can uphold the responsibilities of the next rank at his age. Obviously, the committee decided he could.”
“How long has he practiced Iaido?” Sunset asked. The crowd’s noise was back since the demonstration was over.
“Almost twelve years working with the sword, since he was six,” Mister Shinmi stated. “He first spent some time with Kendo, but it bored him. There was no challenge for him, even sparring others. He could read their moves before they knew what they were doing and usually he would avoid the strike before striking them in the head and quite hard. He would get warnings for hitting too hard. His strikes were deliberate and quick; however, they were not good for young kids. By the age of ten, he was striking to kill with very good form. That mentality is not good for Kendo’s sparring and it is scary to see in a kid.”
“Do you think he will run his own school?” Sunset asked.
Mister Shinmi began to laugh a bit. “Will? He already is. I am technically just the advisor to the Iaido Club at school. He runs it, he teaches the others, and he has gotten them ready for this competition. Considering their primary training is from a school club, they did very well this time around. He isn’t worried about the college entrance exams because he doesn’t plan on going to college. This year he is just biding his time, using his senior year to ensure the club is ready for his departure. Amano Sensei, who you met when you arrived, is his primary teacher and he is looking forward to having him all to himself. He will be opening a second school for Young Mister Sugieda to run.”
“That is impressive,” Sunset said.
“He looks forward to teaching you, a lot,” Mister Shinmi added. “As much as I have enjoyed it, it really is his place. He was thrilled to hear about your interest, but in this competition, he had a lot to prove.”
“He proved he could produce good and honorable students, didn’t he?” Sunset asked. “That was part of why they agreed to test him for rank, along with showing he could be a fair and impartial judge. Wasn’t it?”
“That he did,” Mister Shinmi nodded. “They did much better than they did during the spring tournament. All of the masters know that they are being trained in a school club. Most of the competitors do this after school, often on top of Kendo, and of course they are being taught by a master ranked higher than Mister Sugieda. Your assessment of their allowance for his testing is correct. Now there is no difference in rank between him and the lowest ranked masters.”
They stopped talking as the short closing ceremony began. After it was over, Mister Shinmi stood up and led Sunset through the crowd, around to where the competitors staged. The others gathered around, except for Sugieda who was absent.
“Well done, all of you,” Mister Shinmi said with a broad smile on his lips. “All of you performed admirably. Miss Abe, your slip happens. Remember, you were not the only one to slip today.”
Sugieda joined them. He had a big smile on his lips. “My family is waiting for me, but how about a late lunch on me? Shinmi Sensei, you are welcome to join us as well.”
“Thank you, but I think I will pass and leave the celebration to the youth,” Mister Shinmi said.
“Miss Shimmer,” Mister Sugieda said with a sly grin. “I look forward to beginning your instruction on Monday, but I do hope we can do it as friends. I prefer that for the club. I was teaching all summer, but it wasn’t the same as the club.”
“I would love that too,” Sunset said as she smiled back.
“The others know where to go, but I need to speak with my family.”
Sugieda bowed to them and walked away, making a beeline to what had to be his parents, grandparents, and younger siblings. Mister Shinmi also bade them farewell and departed, leaving the kids to be kids.
Miss Kato nudged Sunset with her elbow. “Do I detect a bit of an infatuation in that smile?”
“What!” Sunset exclaimed, taken aback. “I-wel-” she sighed. “Maybe. I don’t know. It was impressive to watch him do all of the forms. He was so smooth and graceful, yet there was power and purpose through it all. He was, is, so confident. A peaceful confidence that I am not used to seeing, especially in someone our age. If that is what the samurai were like, then I really understand why they were one of the most feared fighting forces in the world.”
“You wouldn’t be the only girl in the club with eyes for him,” Hara Tameichi said with a chuckle. “He is impressive. It is a good thing he has a younger brother, so that he can follow his true calling.”
“I think I am missing something,” Sunset said. “I really don’t know much about him, other than that he is a senior and in charge of the Iaido club.”
“Founder of the club,” Ishin Sara corrected. “His great, great, great grandfather joined the Satsuma Rebellion. While he wasn’t from the region, he left his wife and young sons to fight in the last stand of the samurai. His sons would never know that life, so they were spared from the strike to their honor that the Meiji Restoration caused. They were not stripped of what they were. The family was able to stay under the radar long enough to avoid much of the struggle of the transition the samurai had to deal with. Masazumi has a deep connection to the sword. There were things passed down, from father to son, about conduct, honor, and life that is reflected in the way he stands. Still, that matter is best kept quiet, even this far from the rebellion and restoration.”
“Impressive,” Sunset replied. “I’ll keep it quiet. I’m surprised his family is here though. In a Chiyoda Ward public school.”
“The restoration may have ended the class system, but the elites with the money were the former samurai,” Yamamoto Niko explained. “It wasn’t spoken of openly, but they still held positions of power and influence in the new empire, and those lines still exist today among the social elite. Lawyers, doctors, corporate managers, university professors, many of them have surnames that can be matched with late Edo Period records. Chiyoda has a lot of those elites living in it. But I always got the feeling that he was at the school because of Shinmi Sensei.
“Of course, before the Meiji restoration, many families lacked a surname. When it became important, they took on the surnames they knew, which were often from the samurai who had been the ruling elite in their area. It isn’t a guarantee, only family records can tell if the family line came from a real one. The honor and reputation that is our surname is passed down from a father to their sons. The honor passed on is reflected in how we carry that name while it is our time to bear. Carrying it poorly does not give your children a good future and disrespects all of those before you who bore it well.”
“Do you speak from experience?” Sunset asked.
Yamamoto Niko gave a silent nod.
“Let’s move on to the celebration,” Okumiya Masatake said, a sly grin growing on his lips.
“And what exactly does that entail?” Sunset asked as the others began to smile.
“Do you sing?” Kato Rin asked.
“Yes,” Sunset nodded. “I left my guitar at home, but I play rhythm guitar in a band and am also a secondary vocalist.”
“Then you will be fine,” Kato Rin winked. “We have a favorite karaoke box that serves great food and drinks while we sing our heads off! They will get a kick out of us being in our Iaido uniforms.”
Sunset laughed. “Our last fundraiser for the exchange program was a concert. ‘Japan’ was our theme and we decided to learn a bunch of J-pop songs. Most of the others couldn’t learn the Japanese lyrics in time and I could only do some because of how fast they sang. Now I am very confident in being able to sing.”
They were excited to see what Sunset could do. The others quickly spoke with any family members they hadn’t, passed on their swords so they didn’t have to carry them with them, and then they were off. They ran freely, not to the closest train station, but down the street laughing and having a good time, like kids half their age. The others had a lot of pent-up energy and stress from the competition. It felt good to let it go and be free.
They boarded the metro at the next station and soon got off. The karaoke place wasn’t far from there. Sugieda Masazumi caught up with them as they got to the place. Their choice to run had allowed him to catch up.
“We have one rule you have to agree to,” Sugieda said to Sunset as they entered. “Friends mean first names.”
“Okay,” Sunset nodded. “That is a very fair rule. Plus, I am getting sick of hearing ‘Miss Shimmer’.”
Masazumi laughed as he went to the front desk to get them a room. The rooms were rented in time blocks, with the karaoke machine being free and with unlimited songs. Few people went to a karaoke box without ordering at least drinks, if not food. Thirteen was on the large side for a party, but the place had a few party rooms available for the larger groups. The staff did love them being in their uniforms.
Sunset knew she was going to get to take a lot of pictures that would be perfect to post to the joint account. Their donors would love to see her doing karaoke in the nation that had started the craze. Plus being in their Iaido uniforms would make the post even more awesome. More importantly, it would be great photos to have for her own memories.
Iaido Club Members
Boys
1. Sugieda Masazumi
2. Yamamoto Niko
3. Hara Tameichi
4. Okumiya Masatake
Girls
1. Kato Rin
2. Akaza Ryoko
3. Hirose Sana
4. Ishin Sara
5. Torii Aika
6. Watanabe Bashira
7. Natsume Kata
8. Abe Tatsuo
9. Shimmer Sunset