Hunji’s velvety gi whirred by the world’s windy wills—his fists tautened no dissimilarly to his heart upon assumption of Hishiro-Ichimon Kempō’s neutral stance, cascading between its defensive and offensive forms.

Auroral flames trickled betwixt the space of his furry digits, his bare feet’s paws having their toes curl before he spun in the air.

Sprinting into a spring breezed the grass beneath him into charred remnants.

Effortlessly, a reverse tornado kick piloted Hunji’s weight, leading him to land on the balls of his feet under the moonlight prior to assumption of a vigorous kata underneath his heavily-guarded palace’s floral quarters, exerting whatever will he as “The Weaponless Shōgun” possessed.

“Hanzaki,” the ninth-generation shōgun called aloud, assuming a deep and parted stance as his hips rotated with a sharp snap of his knuckles with a right straight!

“Harumi,” the husky spoke again; this time, his declaration was softer, but not too soft. As he did so, he flowed his footing from his earthed punch from before into a spinning back kick!

And a kiai echoed with the same ferocity expected of the shōgun as his heeled paw dug into the dirt with a deep kick!