After a long day of teaching at Tokyo Jujutsu High, Yaga Masamichi sank into the comfort of his chair, feeling the weariness seep into his bones. The bustling energy of the school corridors had faded, replaced by the quiet solitude of his office. The soft glow of lamplight cast a warm ambiance, enveloping the space in a sense of tranquility.

Reflecting on the day's lessons, Masamichi couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfillment. Teaching the young students the ways of jujutsu was no easy task, but witnessing their growth and progress filled him with a deep sense of pride. With a sigh of contentment, he leaned back in his chair, allowing himself a moment of respite.

"It is hard work, but when you realize they are able to construct themselves, it pays off..." Masamichi mused aloud, his voice a quiet rumble in the stillness of the room. His dedication to his students was unwavering, driven by a desire to see them reach their full potential.

Turning his attention to the empty chair across from him, Masamichi addressed his absent friend with a hint of regret. "Anyways, and you? Sorry I was late for our talks."