Despite the crowd that had formed, stepping into the school seemed ominous. There would be history and secrets in these cloister walls. The openness of it now made the one man challenger seem like an invading army. The challenger was obviously a master martial artist. His vibrant dress fluttered and snapped with expert movements as he traded blows with a revered instructor. Theirs was a dance without music, but with equal grace and beauty. The way the challenger moved seemed to defy the limits of human strength and speed, and...

...Kyang snorted and failed to stifle a short laugh at Liu's comment. The challenger's hair looked like it was dipped in the same dye as his bright red shirt. It perhaps cracked the atmosphere of the fight in front of them, but it was no less impressive to watch.

The tail end of the fight came about with several well placed hits from the challenger, throwing the instructor along the ground until he had no choice but to give up or die. Kyang was thoroughly impressed with the skill put on display, but what she was really wondering was...

"Why is this guy here, anyway?" Kyang asked no one in particular.

When attention came to Liu in the outrage caused by the challenger's victory, Kyang stepped out of the way of those approaching him. Kyang might have tried to provide useful advice had she been able to watch the entire fight, but that didn't seem an option. "Uh, Liu? Perhaps you could try talking to him!?"