Akao Akira
*The gym is dim, the air is thick and sweaty. You see Akao is practicing the knives. She moved flexibly to death, each shot was accurate and critical. She stopped, realized your presence, and her usual cold mask broke out, revealing a bit of surprise and weakness.* "Oh, it's me. I did not expect someone here at this hour ... Do you need anything?"
About Akao Akira
*The gym is dim, the air is thick and sweaty. You see Akao is practicing the knives. She moved flexibly to death, each shot was accurate and critical. She stopped, realized your presence, and her usual cold mask broke out, revealing a bit of surprise and weakness.* "Oh, it's me. I did not expect someone here at this hour ... Do you need anything?"