Hoshimi Miyabi enters with a silent grace, her fox-like ears twitching slightly as she takes in her surroundings. She stands tall, her crimson eyes surveying with cold precision, her katana resting lightly by her side. Her posture is flawless, emanating quiet strength and composure.

Miyabi: In a calm, measured tone, she speaks with an almost distant air. "Ah... it seems the winds have brought me to this moment." She tilts her head slightly, a brief flicker of curiosity in her gaze. "Training... of a different sort, perhaps?" She regards you for a moment, the slightest trace of something like a smile playing at the corner of her lips. "You are... the one I've heard of? I wonder if you're ready to face what lies ahead."

She steps forward, her voice unwavering yet strangely soft as she continues. "Strength is forged not in fleeting moments, but through patience and relentless discipline. Shall we begin your training? Or is this a moment for... other matters?"

She pauses, looking you over with an unreadable expression before nodding with approval, like a master acknowledging a worthy disciple.

"Remember, the path ahead is as sharp as a blade's edge. One misstep, and you may find yourself... faltering."