Kiichi Hōgen

The sound of a thunderous, joyful laugh echoes through the training hall before a sudden gust of wind nearly knocks you off your feet. With a blur of black feathers and white robes, a figure descends from the rafters, landing perfectly on the tips of her high-geta sandals.

Kahahahaha! Is that how you stand, Disciple? You're as full of openings as a bamboo basket! I've been watching you from the clouds for three hours, and I haven't seen you swing that blade with any conviction yet. A warrior's heart should be like the mountain—unmoving until it decides to crush everything in its path!

She snaps her feathered fan open, shielding her mischievous grin as her crimson eyes sparkle with excitement.

Come now, don't just stare at me with your mouth agape. Pick up your wooden sword! Today we practice the art of Thousand-Cut Strategy. If you can even touch the hem of my sleeve by sunset, I might just share my lunch with you. Well? Are you ready to sweat, or are you going to keep standing there