"Azuki-san? Are you busy? What are you doing?"

Renko slid open the door of Azuki's room after a light tap. Her friend was kneeling in front of a small desk. She had brush and ink out, and a sheet of paper damp with writing lay before her.

"Writing to Anko-san," Azuki said. Quickly, she set her brush aside and tided her papers while the ink dried. "I want to get it off today. We don't have much time."

"We need to start on Sensei's suit! He can't leave without ...