The dark haired girl looked at the almond eyes of her reflection one last time before picking up her school bag, hesitantly looking back at another bag leaning against the wall and making her way out of her silent apartment. Her new school's uniform fit her well enough to flatter her toned figure despite the colors and attracted a lot of appreciative glances. She reached the gates of the school she had carefully selected and was pleased to see the lack of familiar faces- not that she had expected any, having lived in America until two weeks ago. She had even gone out of her way to purchase her apartment in Kanagawa, far away from the schools connected to anyone in her family. That was why she was in for a big surprise. Despite all her efforts, she was destined to meet a familiar face. One that would definitely notice the absence of her sports bag and try to draw her back into the world of tennis. Rihomi had unwittingly signed up for a confrontation with the very issue she was trying to run away from when she had filled the form for Rikkai Daigakuen. Back in her apartment, her tennis bag fell down with a thump and a tennis ball rolled out.