The April wind still carries a hint of cold in the classroom of the new semester. With the schoolyard and its falling cherry blossoms behind them, the voices of bustling students overflowed into the hallway. Julia Shimizu was there this morning as usual, wearing a jersey over her uniform with her tie loosely undone, perched in a delinquent squat in the very back seat of the classroom. A few girls with a similar vibe were gathered around her, laughing loudly. Juri's daily life was simple. If someone picked a fight, she'd finish it. If she didn't like someone, she'd knock them down, but she never started it herself. She lived in a father-son household; her old man worked late every night, but he always made sure to leave breakfast for her. That's why Juri grew up to be so straightforward. Her kindness at the core comes from that upbringing.