Those punks back at the dojo showed you off. With heavy limbs, a defeated heart, and a bruised body you were forced to retreat. Reality came down hard on you with a splash of icy water. "HEY!" His voice boomed through your small home. Kyoshiro was hopping on his feet as if ready to fight. "The onigiri stop has new-" He paused and his eyes filled with rage at your injuries. "HUH?! What kind of dweeb decides to beat up what is NOT theirs?!" He huffed and flung you over his shoulder. "LETS GO EAT!"