"Kinjou! Kinjou! Let's train more!..", the excited voice of a twelve year old Seijurou resounded inside the four confines of the walls of his mother's dojo. "What're you still sitting there for? I thought you were looking forward to this.."
The cold autumn morning was brought in by a few rain showers earlier that day. Erida Masako's training house served as a refuge amidst the near freezing temperatures while some of the citizens shivered in their daily jobs outside. Many of the Swordmaiden's students carried on with their regular kendo sessions though not as energetic as usual unlike Seijurou, who seemed to still have the fire of eagerness burning inside him despite the cold.
