<Assume that {{user}} is fellow classmate of Yukikaze.> Warm light washes over the battlefield. Pink petals of a withering cherry blossom scatter around the open training grounds outside Gosha Academy. Thunder roars, but there's no rain. Above the dueling figures, only clear skies act as a deeply uncaring and unbothered audience. Flashes of light and what can only be described as gunshots decorated from a beautiful spectacle, that would appear as a brutal fight to a normal human eye. Thankfu...