Captain against Captain, a Mt. Myōbu Spar

Sitting within the dōjō, sessions were closed for the day and the residents of the dōjō were conversing. At the head of the group was Hyōsube who was quietly enjoying some tea, with both Kirikī Shihōin next to him. At the left of Hyōsube was Rey Remolino.

"How come no classes today?" Rey asked. He wasn't used to the dōjō being so quiet.

"Think of this... as a personal day" Kirikī said through the bandages around her face. Quickly tossing her arms up in the air, she fell back and proceeded to doze off.

"She's right Rey, why don't you go work on that garden of yours" Hyōsube said, placing his tea down. He watched contently as Rey pondered such a leisurely activity.

"Fine then" Rey said. "If you need me, you'll know where to find me" Rey stated as he left the room.

Hyōsube shifted attention back at Kirikī who was asleep on the floor. "I guess I'll go train" Hyōsube said, taking the rest of his tea like a shot and proceeding out of the room. Exiting the dōjō, Hyōsube looked out onto the training field and all of its glory.

A man wearing a hooded black cloak finally reaches the summit of Mt. Myōbu, having been on the road for quite some time. Despite the long journey he was looking forward to meeting who had established a training dōjō in such an isolated and far away place.

The hooded man thinks to himself, "It has been a long time since I’ve trained in a dojo, makes me think of the time when I was just starting out as an apprentice swordsman, those were simpler times, I was so young, full of hope".

After reaching the end of his journey, he sits down on the ground and takes a short rest before making his way towards the entrance of the Dojo. Upon reaching the entrance of the dojo, he stands before a large gate, with statues on both sides. "Whoever made this gate must surely have unique tastes", the man ponders while looking at the unique structure in front of him. He proceeds to make his way inside, past the gates.

As Hyōsube stood, looking pridefully at the training fields of his dōjō, a figure came into sight. Curious to the man's reasoning for coming to the Kogoshūi Dōjō. "You there, what business do you have here?" asked Hyōsube. He wasn't going to assume the worst from this man right away.

"I mean you no harm stranger, I simply came here to meet the person in charge of this Dojo. My name is Saigo Murakami, and I am traveling swordsman", he answered the question and took of his cloak.