The military jacket was hanging off to the side. His feet were bare. Ryuu held the bokken in one hand, facing off against one of the Phoenix ji-samurai. A feral yell as he swung out, the wooden weapon of his oppoent sent whipping to the ground as he brought the sword against the training weapon. Then a solid hit on the torso.

He paced, like a caged animal angered at being trapped. Knuckles white as he gripped the weapon. Eyes instense, focused.

Shizuku entered, leaving her shoes and exchanging her normal clothes for more traditional training gear. She paused at the display of rage, though, watching for a while before picking up her own bokken.

A flourish of the bokken, he picked up the disarmed one, handing it back to the ji-samurai. Ryuu was about to prepare to face off against them, when he saw the white hair. His head tilted, then waved off the other.

Setting the bokken against his shoulder, he walked over.

"Daidoji Shizuku-san. It is good to see you again. I would be honored if we could train together."