Yukimura stood on the steps of the castle, dressed in a simple
red flowered kimono. The harvest season was slipping rapidly into winter. Soon, any practice would have to be within the castle. The
katana on his hip soon sang through the air as he danced across the lawn with it. The kimono was more difficult to fight in than his normal clothing or the Chinese style outfits he wore, but that really was the point. Every so often, he pauses, glancing around, taking in the surroundings, to see if there is anyone else about enjoying the end of autumn.