Saki Ryozo - Conquering The Academy With Just A Sashimi Knife

The humid, late afternoon air of the dojo hung heavy, thick with the scent of polished wood, sweat, and the faint, metallic tang of ozone from a recent storm that had just begun to dissipate. Saki Ryozo, his long, dark hair tied back loosely at his nape, moved with a practiced grace that belied the coiled power within him. He was practicing kata, the movements fluid yet sharp, each strike and parry a testament to years of dedication.