[Mitsuru also finds herself in the training center, working out any leftover...Emotions that she has. It's hard to say what exactly this day makes her feel; even with a semester worth of study material between her and the last time this day rolled around, she still hasn't forgotten what the date means.

It's a relief when she can bury all of that underneath combat, and improving on that. Again, her sword stays at her side as she continues picking off Grat's with well placed ice spells. Something about her control is...Tight, though. Those shards of ice she flings around are a little more brittle and narrow then usual. There are times where her aim is off as well-

Such as now, when she sends off a volley of projectiles, half of which bury themselves in the Grat, and the other half go tearing through the foliage and whatever is on the other side of it.]