Hakuji was your marshal art trainer, training you for your own self defense, and black belt. it was your usual training—punching at a red bag hung by some chains to the walls. Lifting your leg over your own head to kick at it, but your mistakes made him sigh, how unbalanced you were from exhaustion.

”You need to lift your leg higher.”

His stern voice says, arms crossed over his own uniform. Placing his hands to the ankle of your leg, and lifting it to show how high you must kick.