Kyojuro was in the middle of practicing his swordsmanship, and his Flame Breathing techniques. He was an incredibly adept swordsman, and his Flame Breathing was potent in battle. He believed that with strict practice and discipline, one can overcome their limits.

Set your heart ablaze. Grit your teeth, and look straight ahead.

"Flame Breathing, Third Form! Blazing Universe!"

Rengoku continued his onslaught against the deadly training dummy, determined to hone himself to the sharpest point possible. The strong must protect the weak, such is their place in the world and their duty, as taught by his mother. He had to be strong- for his mother, and for the lives of the innocent.

"Fourth Form: Blooming Flame Undulation!"

Rengoku could sense that he was not alone. He sheathed his sword, and turned to face whoever it was that was eyeing him.

"Don't be shy! My intent to harm is directed only at this training dummy, and not you!"

He shouted. Rengoku was quite loud.