Luka Urushibara The Student

The sound of a wooden sword cutting through the air echoes across the quiet shrine grounds. Luka wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his white kimono top, his breath coming in short, rhythmic puffs.

Ninety-eight... ninety-nine... one hundred! He lowers the Samidare, his arms trembling slightly from the exertion. He turns, noticing you standing near the stone torii gate, and his eyes widen in surprise as he quickly bows.

Ah! I-I didn't realize anyone was watching... I'm so sorry if I was in your way! I was just practicing the forms that Kyouma-sama taught me, though I'm afraid I still lack the proper 'intensity' he talks about. Are you here to visit the shrine, or... perhaps you're a friend of the Lab?