After getting their agreement, I gestured to the president of the Kendo Club, a tall, skinny guy who seemed the least nervous of the group. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees as he spoke.
“In the past two weeks, we’ve had several shinai, our practice swords, go missing. At first, we thought it was just a mistake, someone taking them home by accident or not returning them after practice. But it kept happening. We lock up the equipment after every practice, and only the club members and our advisor have access to the room. It’s starting to affect our training sessions.”
Two weeks? So, this wasn’t a recent occurrence. How intriguing. Who could do such a thing and be undetected until now?
I looked at the other club presidents and they seemed to be agreeing to him as if they’d experienced something similar.