The evening breeze blew gently through the streets of Kyoto, enveloping the city in a peaceful atmosphere. Kazuo, still immersed in his training with Yoshinori, walked slowly, his mind wandering between what he had learned today and the remaining stages he had yet to master.
Feeling a slight hunger pulling at him, he stopped in front of a small grill. The smell of grilled chicken skewers filled the air and the crackle of the fire kept the place warm despite the cool night.
"Two skewers, please," he said, handing a piece to the old man behind the counter. The vendor smiled as he passed her the fresh grilled meats.
"Enjoy your taste, young man." Kazuo nodded and continued on his way with the skewer in hand, savoring the smoky and spicy taste. The other skewer was hanging casually next to him, ready to be eaten later. As he walked forward, he noticed a bald man in a dark suit walking down the opposite sidewalk.
