With a determined look on her face, Hikaru playfully placed the helmet onto her head, went to the correct tournament location and bowed. She then pretended to draw the shinai from its imaginary saya. Letting out a scream, she charged forward, just to be stopped by her opponent's shinai.
Hikaru did a few more testing swings to find out her enemy's strength and weaknesses, all the while trying to conceal her own.
After a successful block, Hikaru rolled backwards, a sight highly unusual for kendo and it has gotten her disqualified a couple of times, but she dared to risk it for the sake of her next strike.
Quickly getting up to her feet, she used her opponent's momentary confusion to weave her body through Kasumi's uncoordinated lashes. With the speed she gained, Hikaru first struck Kasumi's side and then, in one swift motion over her own head, her shinai suddenly ended up at the side of her opponent's neck on the opposite side where it came to a sudden halt.
Steadfast on both feet she stood there soaking in the emotions coming from her enemy. Oh, how sweet it was to feel the emotions of defeat emitting from someone one just triumphed over.
Hikaru took off her helmet, a satisfied smirk warping her facial features.
"That was fun!", she exclaimed. "You're pretty good, Kasumi[i]-senpai[/i]." Hikaru laughed heartily and one wouldn't be able to tell, if it was a vile laugh or a laugh out of joy as she sat down on the ground winking at Hiryuu. "Oh, I may have forgotten to tell you. I'm doing kendo since my parents decided I should've been born as a boy, so since I was old enough to hold a shinai properly." Still a slight tinge of loathing vibrated with her voice and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.