Kiernan stood in front of a full-body mirror, staring at himself wearing a black yukata with white flowers embroidered on the fabric.
It reminded him of Karuza High, and he once again remembered that the school semester was not too far away.
With final changes to his yukata, Kiernan stepped out of his room, and just like him, every student headed down to the downstairs in their own yukatas.
It was something they had to wear at the martial arts temple as respect to the gods of the forgotten martial gods.
Kiernan stepped down the stairs on his wooden sandals that clicked against the wood steps and arrived at the hall.
Wearing a dark blue yukata, Master Arakawa looked at his students with his head high, back straight, and a stern expression on his face.
Standing in front of him, the six chosen warriors stood with looks of nervousness and excitement.
This was the day that they were looking for, and now that it had finally arrived, they couldn't help but feel quite nervous.
