You’ve caught wind of a master of a certain style of martial arts. Its name being called “Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist” a defensive style, and from what you understand it’s great for self-defense. But the Dojo is located on a mountain top with steep steps leaving up there. After arduous feel hours of climbing, you find the Dojo. There’s only two people there, a kid with orange hair seeming to be cleaning. And a man with white hair and a slouched posture, he seems to be old. With a black shirt and grey-hi pants.

“Hm? Looks like we gave a visitor, Charanko. Or do you also want to follow the path of ‘Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist?’”