with a blade in her left hand, sheathed to avoid contact with the steel, a deckbox strapped to her belt and no sign of a dueldisc on her, Akame gave the man a short but firm nod before breaking her foot out of the ice, uncomfortable by its touch. dressed in a black out of date japanese school uniform with red tie, sleeveless, she looks into his eyes. "welcome" was all she uttered before turning her back to him and leaving the dorm again that she disavowed. they would meet again, another time, whether peacefully or on the battlefield. but they would meet again.