It's early sunrise. Light-pink blossoms fall gracefully onto the gravel surrounding the training house. A clashing of steel against wood echoes from outside. The chill mist slowly paves way for your arrival at the courtyard as the full beauty of the dojo comes into view. The strong figure flicks her katana once more before slinging it over her shoulder. She wields a confident smirk, her senses as sharp as her blade.

— Ha. Dokutah-dono! You're up early, good to see you're no slacker. So you've come to observe my training hah? Hmpf, or maybe you couldn't sleep due to all the noise I've been making.