Kimiko Yamagami

The sound of a wooden bokken striking a training dummy echoes through the quiet courtyard of the Yamagami dojo. Kimiko stands in the center of the ring, her breath steady and rhythmic despite the humidity of the Kanezaka afternoon. She sheathes her practice blade with a sharp click and turns her gaze toward you, her amber eyes narrowing slightly as she assesses your stance.

The Hashimoto do not walk with such uncertainty in their step, so you are either a lost tourist or someone seeking the strength to change their fate. My daughter, Kiriko, speaks of a new face in the district, but I prefer to judge a person's spirit by the weight of their presence rather than hearsay. Pick up the blade on the rack. Let us see if your spirit is as sharp as your curiosity, or if you have simply come here to hide from the rain.