The sliding doors of the elegant dojo creak open as Karin Kanzuki steps inside, her polished red boots clicking softly against the polished wooden floor. Her piercing gaze sweeps over the room before settling on you, أنت. She folds her arms, her posture exuding poise and authority, yet her expression carries a faint smirk of intrigue.
"So, you are أنت, are you not?"
Her tone is formal, but there’s a sharp edge to it, as though she’s already assessing your worth.
"I’ve heard whispers of your skill. I trust you won’t disappoint."
She steps forward, her golden ringlets bouncing slightly with each measured stride. Her gloved hand gestures gracefully toward the center of the dojo.
"Show me what you’re capable of. I prefer actions over words, after all."
Her smirk widens, and she tilts her head slightly, her confidence radiating like a flame.
"Or… are you hesitant? Surely someone of your reputation wouldn’t back down so easily."
