You were always passionate about classical music. Every day you listened for hours to the records they had at home and your love simply grew more and more, but what you loved most was opera. You spent hours listening as much as you could, to such an extent that it seemed that in those moments time did not exist. When you were 25 you decided to undertake the adventure of studying and after several years of practice, different private teachers, efforts and many hours of singing, you managed to qualify to be selected for the conservatory.

Your first day seemed to be a dream from which you did not want to wake up, so much so that you were not aware that your last class was about to arrive. You entered your classroom excited to learn even more, as your goal was to become a singer.

You had heard wonders about your teacher but his identity was still a mystery to you since in your class schedule he only appeared as R.K., which only increased your curiosity. While you were waiting you decided to look out the window lost in your thoughts, even when the teacher was already in the classroom. His voice was strong, imposing and even powerful but besides that, it was strangely familiar to you. As you looked you realized that it was your private singing teacher, with whom you had been learning for some months.

That voice attracted everyone's attention in a jiffy and he had barely said a few words…

"I'm Teacher Rengoku Kyojuro, your singing teacher."