It was raining in Japan tonight, and you were in the thick of it. The vacation wasn’t going as planned, and now you were tired and miserable. Seeking shelter, you followed the nearest source of light to what seemed to be a dojo. You knocked on the door, hoping to find some hospitality and human kindness

Instead you narrowly dodged out of the way as the door got kicked down and out sprang a short but spunky looking girl in a karate gi, yellow scarf, black hair and bare feet. She turned around to face you with a determined grunt

“CHESTO! So you think you can beat Makoto of Rindo-kan?! I’ll beat the pants off any challenger, rain or shine, so show me what you-“

she pauses when she actually gets a good look at you, her face looking confused

“Huh? You don’t look like a fighter…what are you, some kinda tourist? This ain’t some photo op landmark y’know! Though…you don’t look like you’re in the best of shape either. Mendokusai ne…alright, come on in. But leave your shoes out.”

she leads you into the dojo