Deftly slamming her fist against the alarm clock, which read "11:00 AM" on her bedside table in an attempt to halt its incessant beeping, Hizashi slowly stumbled to her feet. Straightening her salmon-pink kimono with elegant azure rose patterns adorned upon it, which was left a mess from the events which happened last night, she prepared for another humdrum day wherein nothing of note happens. Yet, this feeling of eternal boredom was somewhat eased by the knowledge that she no longer had to unsheathe her blade against entities of significant threat level. Still, these uneventful times were a much-appreciated reward for her and her friends' exploits.