The woman sat there in silence for a long time, eyes closed and slowly sipping at her tea. After about five minutes, she suddenly slammed the cup onto the table and stood to her feet. Hand wrapped so tightly around the sheath of the sword her knuckles stood out white, she turned and left the room in silence. She walked and walked and walked, until she reached the opposite end of the complex, and entered a small building. Most of the complex was built by a team of men over the family school's five hundred year history, but this small one room building had been built by her grandfather, on his own, getting it completed within a two-month period. And it had been made just for her.
Sitting in the middle of the highly shined floor, her wrapped sword laying across her lap, she had her eyes closed, her contacts case laying by her right foot. Her back was straight, and despite the slight scene from before, her entire being gave out calm and tranquility, even though she was not that on the inside.