What the... Sumeragi barely had time to register the absurd change in clothes - and be very glad it wasn't a real kimono. The handful of times she'd worn one for family events was enough to tell her how impossible it would be to dance in them. But... swords? She was going to wake up an this would be all some sort of horrible food-poisoning induced nightmare. Or something.

But in case it wasn't - well, she was going to try her best. Even if she was fairly sure she could do that perfectly twenty times in a row...