Samurai Blue (Kazuya's House)

"... Sounds good to me. I can at least send you off with a good breakfast, if you haven't had any yet, later. I don't mind demonstrating for you, it'd probably help you learn faster seeing someone who has trained in it before."

Taking a seat on the wooden floor near Sarah, placing his bokken down beside him, thought the bokken itself wasn't too heavy, it had been a long while since he had sparred against a real opponent, his arms were actually aching slightly from all the clashing of his strikes against Sarah's. Stretching his arms above his head, his joints cracking, he would let out a loud yawn like a lion before looking over at Sarah, lowering his arms back down.

"About three years ago. My father started teaching me Kenjutsu, but it wasn't until a year later, that I started training in it seriously."

In learning Kenjutsu, Kazuya had slowly started to follow the code of Bushido, or the law that all samurai followed in feudal Japan. Though no one followed such a code nowadays, Kazuya did, and applied it to not just fights and spars he was in, but to his life in general. In a way, he was possibly the last samurai of sorts around.

"... I was taught how to use various different weaponry, such as Japanese polearms, but I always had the tendency to end up using katanas. I suppose katanas were the one weapon I was the most comfortable with using."

"... Well my family is rich, but my father wasn't always. It wasn't until he took over as CEO of Hikari Industries from my great-grandfather, that he came into money, and eventually becoming filthy rich. He's also been through the Corporal Punishment System himself when he was in high school, he attended another public high school similar to ours... Public High School #253 I think was the name, in Seattle, Washington. Having experienced the CPS himself, he wanted to teach me skills other than just Karate, so that both myself and my older sister could defend ourselves."

Climbing to his feet, he would pick his bokken up, he would roll his shoulders and crack his neck, his joints cracking and loosening him up. Alongside being taught the Shifting Dragon style of fighting, the fighting style passed down in his family for hundreds of years, he had been trained to use long blades, specifically a naginata, in conjunction with the fighting style. Although he was proficient with a naginata, he was more skilled in wielding katanas, applying the powerful sweeps he had been taught to his swordplay.

"... Maybe back in feudal Japan wielding a katana was the norm, but these days, samurai are all but a thing of the past. No one follows the code of Bushido anymore... but I do. I would say I am probably the last samurai of sorts."

"Bushido literally means 'the way of the warrior.' It's a Japanese word for the way of the samurai life, loosely analogous to the concept of chivalry, and is more of a modern term than a historical one. The 'way' itself originates from the samurai moral values, most commonly stressing some combination of frugality, loyalty, martial arts mastery, and honor unto death."

Disappearing into the storage area located in the back of the dojo, he would re-emerge a couple minutes later with a training dummy for him to practice on. Setting it up in the middle of the dojo, he would flick his bokken with one hand a couple times, to loosen his wrist up, before taking up a simple Kendo stance, the bokken held in front of him with both hands, the point of the bokken pointed at the dummy. Stepping forward, he would then go to jab at the shoulder of the dummy with the bokken, keeping the point of the bokken pointed at the dummy at all times, before following up with a thrust to the side of the dummy.

"My personal belief is 'Live with honor, die with honor, for without it, you are nothing.' Of course, not everyone believes that... It's not exactly the easiest to follow, but when I fight someone, whether an all-out fight or a friendly spar, I give my opponent the respect and honor their fighting skills deserve."

"... Everyone has their own personal belief or code they follow. Maybe not like the code of Bushido that I follow, but your will to survive is a code of sorts. You do what you must to protect your own life, just as I fight with honor, and that is to be respected, no matter how dirty the tactics may be. Likewise for you Sarah, you've stayed to yourself and do what you have to do, to survive."

Feigning a jab, only to end up thrusting his bokken at the chest of the training dummy, he would then follow up with a cut from the top of the dummy's shoulder to the hip, what would be considered a finishing move in Kenjutsu, as it cut the opponent right across the upper body, his power did lie in using both hands, but for Kazuya, when he wielded actual weapons, he used twin katanas, as opposed to just one. It made it harder to put power behind the strikes, but strikes could be made in quicker succession. Though that probably didn't make it any easier for Sarah, seeing as she had only one arm, and strikes could only be pulled off as fast as her reflexes were.

"... Would you like me to demonstrate more Sarah, or do you feel you've gotten a decent grasp on it?"

"... In a nutshell, yes. Kenjutsu, and therefore wielding a bokken, will always have more power behind each strike with two hands, but there are other styles of swordplay where the blade is wielded with one hand, fencing being one. In your case, since its your non-dominant hand, it may be better to use thrusts and jabs to inflict damage. Or you could just whack your opponent with your sword, if all else fails."

Hearing Sarah's stomach growl, a slight smile could be seen tugging at the corners of Kazuya's mouth, sounds like someone was ready for breakfast, as he would go to put the training dummy away in the back, re-emerging a couple minutes later. He had also placed his bokken away as well, since he kept all his Kenjutsu equipment in the dojo.

"... C'mon, let's go. Just tell me what you want to eat for breakfast, chances are I know how to make it."

Motioning with his head towards the dojo entrance, he'd wait until Sarah had gotten up, before leading the way out of the dojo. She may have noticed that while Kazuya had put his bokken away, he hadn't taken hers, and he hadn't for good reason. He was giving her the bokken, for her to use if she wished. His gift to her, as her Sensei. After letting Sarah go out first before following after her, closing the door behind him, he'd head to his house located behind the dojo, and sliding the door open, would let Sarah go in first.

"... Welcome to my humble abode Sarah-san, make yourself at home, and feel free to explore the place if you wish."

"... I've heard worse, don't worry about it. I can do that, but I'd rather give you a bigger breakfast than just fried eggs with cheese and toast, though I'm not knocking it, it sounds pretty good."

Giving a slight bow of his head in thanks, he didn't really consider his home cool or amazing or anything, he kept it clean and tidy, but decoration-wise, he kept it very minimal. Hell, even the furniture in his home was very minimal, he never had more than he needed. Sure his kitchen was fully-equipped, but every other room in the house had only what he needed.

"... No need, that's yours to keep. Think of it as a gift, from Sensei to kouhai. Feel free to wash up and relax for a bit, maybe even have a bath, there's clean towels if you need one. I'll call you when breakfast's ready."

Leaving Sarah to her own devices, Kazuya would head upstairs to his room, just to grab a clean athletic shirt, and heading downstairs after, would head into the kitchen, to start on breakfast. A few minutes later, after gathering all the ingredients he needed, the smell of fried eggs and sausages would gently waft through the house, most of the smell taken away by the exhaust fan. Soon after, he would finish, and placing two plates of fried eggs, sausages, and toast down on the counter of the island, would head a little down the hallway.

"... Hey Sarah, breakfast is ready!"