Cyanhime

~Chapter One: Welcome to the Cadet Corps~ One Year Later You had washed your tunic, and now stretched it out on the wooden table, trying your damnedest to make it look less wrinkly than it obviously was. You let go of its frayed, slightly ripped edge, and the shirt almost immediately shrank in on itself. It almost looked as if it was going into the fetal position. You frowned. This was definitely not going like you planned. After several more minutes of struggling with the shirt, you gave up entirely, throwing it over your head in all its semi-cleaned, wrinkly glory. At least you didn't smell anymore. You have to be grateful for the litt