It was a chilly night, the town around her quiet as Mana made her way to graveyard where she was supposed to meet up with her new teacher. She wore a warm woolen brown jacket over her green top, black sweatpants that allowed good agility and black sneakers. A long wooden staff was strapped over her back and in her right hand rested a sheated japanese sword. Apart from knowing her master to be an experienced fighter, certainly more experienced than her, she didn't have that many informations on him. Although she was kind of disturbed by the location he chose. A graveyard at night; she was not sure what to make of that.
After another short while of walking, the girl finally spotted the church that indicated the graveyard to be close by. A few moments later she finally found the entrance and stepped into the graveyard's boundaries, the stones cracking beneath her soles. "Hello?" she called out as she walked past the graves and deeper down the cemetery. Fiinally she spotted a large, dark figure in the distance and made her way towards the person, expecting him to be the master she was looking for.
Once she was close enough for a comfortable talking distance, she grabbed the staff and pulled it off her back, resting it on the frosty grass next to her. Then she placed the sword in front of her and bowed her head towards the other person, showing her respect.