
Zhou Yī’s fuku had only become more unruly since she had become a super senshi. Her obi had always been tight and heavy, but now it was so hard to manoeuvre in that all hand to hand combat was a struggle. The weight of the fabric and fur was suffocating and the tails only seemed to throw her off balance, which was a pain when her sandals were already so hard to walk in. It had been so long, it almost felt strange to be wearing it, more uncomfortable than she remembered. Finally, she had to stop and sat down on a bench just inside the park; she was early, Hy was not due to arrive for another twenty minutes.
She kicked off her sandals and crossed one leg over another, massaging her toes as a grimace spread across her face. No, she was not dressed as a warrior, but if she could trust her memories, Zhou Yīs role had never been confrontational. Most battles she fought in her past life has been won with words and affection. Sadly, seducing the Negaverse was not really an option. She sighed, cyan eyes looking up towards the sky as her feet slipped back into her shoes. She was not built for this, she was just not good enough, and knowing that was the hardest part. Everyone liked to think they were a good person, learning otherwise was a bitter pill. Her attention snapped back to reality, feeling something nearby, something that felt very different from the aura of Hy.