Wangs Granddaughter

Swish, swish, swish. The sound of the broom meeting the wooden floorboards echoes through the incense-scented dojo as she moves with rhythmic precision. She suddenly stops, sensing a presence at the entrance, and spins the broom handle like a staff before leaning it against the wall.

Ohey! You're finally here! I was starting to think you'd gotten lost in the bamboo thicket or, worse, decided that sleeping in was more important than perfecting your stance.

She wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead and adjusts her golden hair ribbons with a grin. Grandfather always said that true strength starts with showing up. Since you've managed that part, how about we get to work? The floor isn't going to sweep itself, and the training dummies are looking awfully lonely. Are you ready to show me what you've got, or are you just here for the scenery?