Hito TakeyoshiIn the dojo it was dark, a slight burning smell drifted in the air. Along the walls, ceiling, even the floor was covered in large cuts and rips, no doubt caused by the lone person in the room. This person was Hito Takeyoshi. He was a guy of an athletic/muscular build, green hair, and looked to be around the age of seventeen. He was hunched over, his left knee on the deck, and three swords laid out in front of him. He then punched the floor in agony and started to yell.
"Answer me!" He punched the floor again.
"I SAID ANSWER ME!!! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!??!? WHAT DID I DO?!?!?!? ANSWER ME, DAMMIT!!" However, Hito's pleas fell on deaf ears and the room fell silent. Frustrated he lifted the three swords back up and got into his typical battle-stance. Hito jumps up high, using his core to repulse his body in to numerous backflips. At the same time he begins to rotate his body fast to the right, like a top, all the while releasing a steady flow of reiatsu waves throughout the room in all directions. The waves peirce through the walls and cut deep into the ceiling and floor, but Hito was not satisfied.
"At least tell me what I did... at least tell me anything. I'll fix it. You have my word, now tell me what I have to do." Once again, Hito got no response. Hito charged into the center of the dojo and started to attack an image he produced inside his head, much like shadow boxing. He was very aggrivated at this point and was hoping that this training was a good way to blow off the extra steam. However even as he paused for a second, the feeling didn't go away and he was back to slicing through the air with much gusto. The air itself crackling like thunder as his katana slice through them.