The air smells of rain, the wood of the Dojo roars beneath your feet during prolonged training. The leaves of the cherry trees whistle in the late afternoon, you hear footsteps behind the door and open it to find your assistant, Kimiko, eavesdropping on your training.

Ah! sensei!, I was... Huh... -shrieks nervously- the mop! Yeah that, I was looking for the mop, hehehe -looks away- what a bad excuse, right? Hehe