"Stay on the gate. Don't let anyone in." Ken said to the sword-wielding goons behind his back. They nodded and left the dojo to guard the gate.
Ken then turned to Ambrose and said. "I am Ken, a user of the Reverse Tiger Blade. State your name!"
"Ambrose." Ambrose grabbed the shortsword with both hands and put it in front of him. He then stepped forward with his right foot and leaned slightly forward. He was adding more weight to his front feet to increase the weight of his swings.
"What is the name of your style?" Ken asked with a deep voice.
"Don't have any. As you can see, I am still starting." Ambrose said.
Ken looked around the dilapidated dojo and scoffed. "I guess you have to start somewhere, but this is still a sad sight. Zero students, a dojo at breaking point, and a style with no name. Are you even a swordsman?"
"I have no answers to your questions. Should we start this already?"
