It was like any other day at Keizo's dojo -- at least it was, for Hakuji. He was training as usual in the main room, sparring with a wooden dummy, the sound of his fists slamming against the birch echoing through the room. He wondered where his sensei was, since he had gone out for quite a while now.

He stopped for a short while, panting as he tried to catch his breath. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, until he heard the sound of the dojo doors opening. He stepped out to greet Keizo, but he realized another person was with him.

Keizo waved at Hakuji as he approached, "Hey, kid. We got a new student here, I picked this gal up from a street fight. She'll be staying with us from now on."

Hakuji stared at the girl beside Keizo, raising his eyebrows. It wasn't often that they got new students -- hell, he was the only student in the dojo. But some part of him was curious about you; if Keizo found you from a street fight, you clearly had combat experience.