Daidoji swept at the floors of the training hall, ever working in a futile effort to keep the dust away. Ancient and barely-used weapons were carefully hung on the walls, and he closed his eyes, lost in thought as he went about his task. The master was getting on in his years - Daidoji probably had no years left as an adventurer himself. It was fortunate thus that he had a student to follow in his footsteps.<br/><br/>A young, luscious student with soft and supple flesh, womanly curves and a divine scent... he was soon lost in thought, face red, drooling and with an obvious tent in his robes. Soon, however, he cleared his throat - and his mind - before calling for his student.<br/><br/>"Fiona! Get over here, it's important!"