What a beautiful day. Bright, windy, not too cold and not too warm... As the wind blew around the house Yorikane was renting this month, its strong current reached also its current resident, a tall, black-haired man, standing on the porch. His pale skin and white training clothes was as if illuminated by the indistinct light of the sun, partly hidden behind a scrap of clouds. His thin hands were resting on the rail that lined the wooden porch, supported by a couple of pillars that held it above the ground. The wind blew into the long strands of his black hair, and in fierce waves made his white clothes billow.<br/><br/>The sun was rising. It would be soon time to get off the porch and start preparing. Off course, starting with the everyday morning training. And so, he turned on his heel, and with long steps made his way out of the porch. Even though this house was far from any city - and he had to drive at least a few minutes to even get into a supermarket - it had a dojo in the subbasement, what was more important than that. That was exactly where he went.<br/><br/>Just on time, as always. He walked down the stairs into the hall, and his steps didn't make a sound on the wooden floor as he passed through, sitting down on the opposite end of the hall. His apprentice should arrive soon... Though, today was no ordinary day. He wasn't going to stay inside today.