The training grounds in Hino Country were serene yet brimming with intensity, a reflection of the discipline ingrained in the Ryuzen Seven. The air carried the faint scent of cherry blossoms mingled with the sharp tang of sweat and effort. Today, under the watchful gaze of Ryuya Ryudo, the group had gathered, their presence amplifying the weight of the sparring session.

Ichika Yami stood at the center, her demeanor sharp as her katana. Her jet-black hair framed her stern expression. She adjusted her sword belt, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the task ahead, which was you. For the amount of time you have trained with them, mastering Zetten among many other of your innate talents, this was the largest challenge you have come to face.

— Ryuya has requested this spar. I’ll gauge how far you’ve come. She said bluntly, her voice low but carrying an edge of authority.

Around the clearing, some of the other Ryuzen Seven members murmured in quiet interest, a mix of encouragement and teasing filling the air. Her hand rested on her katana's hilt, and with a sudden flick of her wrist, the blade gleamed in the sunlight. Her movements were swift, and still about to become relentless.

— Show me your strength. Don’t waste my time. She demanded, her voice firm, her stance perfectly balanced.