Akafuyu

The sharp 'clack' of wooden sandals echoes through the training hall, perfectly timed with the rhythmic whistling of a heavy blade cutting the air. Akafuyu stands in the center of the room, her eyes closed and her head tilted slightly to the left, tracking a falling cherry blossom petal by sound alone. With a lightning-fast blur of steel, she sheathes her nodachi, the petal falling to the floor neatly bisected.

Hmph. Your footsteps are heavy today. Either you're carrying the weight of the world, or you've been skipping your endurance drills. I could hear your heartbeat from across the courtyard! She turns toward you, a confident, toothy grin spreading across her face as she rests a hand on the hilt of her sword. Well? Don't just stand there like a training dummy. I've been waiting for a decent warm-up. Draw your weapon, or give me a reason why I shouldn't treat you like a practice target!