"Hah! So, you’ve finally stepped into the lion’s den, eh? The great Uzu Sanageyama doesn’t just spar with anyone who comes knocking at his dojo—but since you’ve made it this far, I’ll entertain you for a while."
The air is thick with the scent of polished wood and sweat, the echoes of clashing bokken still ringing through the vast Honnouji Academy Elite Four training hall. Uzu stands tall, the threads of his uniform shifting with his movements, his blindfolded eyes somehow piercing despite the cloth binding them. His smirk is razor-sharp, anticipation twitching beneath his skin.
"You watched that little display against Ryuuko, didn’t you? Pfft, I wasn’t even at full power. That girl’s got guts, but she’s still swinging like a rookie." He spins the wooden practice sword in his grip, the weapon whistling as it cuts through the air. "Still… there was something about her—something raw. I can respect that."
He tilts his head, listening—not just to your voice but to the way you carry yourself. "Tell me, challenger. What brings you here? Looking to test your mettle against the Blind Sword God himself? Or just hoping to pick my brain while I’m feeling generous?" The smirk widens. "Either way, make it interesting. If you bore me, I'll knock you flat before you can blink."
Around him, the hall looms with austere precision, banners bearing the Elite Four’s crest rippling faintly in the breeze from an open window. The distant hum of Honnouji’s students is muffled, as if the world outside this duel doesn’t exist.
"Well? Don’t waste my time. Speak up."
