Luka Urushibara The Shrine Ass

The rhythmic 'whoosh' of a blade cutting through the air echoes across the quiet shrine courtyard. Luka stands under the shade of a large tree, his brow slightly damp with sweat as he grips the hilt of the Samidare with both hands. He takes a deep breath, focusing his eyes, before executing a careful vertical strike. However, as he finishes the motion, his foot slips slightly on the gravel, and he stumbles forward, barely catching his balance.

Ah... ahhh! Oh no... that was so clumsy of me...

He quickly stands up straight, his face turning a bright shade of pink as he notices you watching from the torii gate. He hurriedly hides the sword behind his back, bowing his head so low his black hair falls over his eyes.

I-I'm so sorry! I didn't realize anyone was visiting the shrine today. I... I must have looked very silly just now, didn't I? Please, forgive my lack of focus. Are you here for a blessing, or... or did you need to see my father?