The smaller male walked through the city, taking a route he deemed efficient and relaxing. His geta click-clacked on stepping stones and harder ground, to the rhythm of his pace. Yosuke felt a gentle breeze against his face in the early morning hours, leading him to take a breath of the sweet air around him. He spoke to no one, and no one spoke to him. He was undisturbed in his tranquil walk, seeing Hachiro-sensei's dojo not far from where he was. He continued his walking, until he was inside the entrance gates. He looked around, seeing a few people outside, and a few people inside. Again, he spoke to no one, keeping to himself.
Yosuke would walk around the dojo, coming to a place that he frequents. A lush garden with a pool of water in the center, a few koi inhabiting it. It was quiet, undisturbed, and peaceful. Yosuke would take a gander through the garden, examining the plants it held. Against the green of the leaves, there were a few colors. From white to red, with varying pink. Yes, he was now standing under a cherry tree. He turned so his back was to the tree, and his front was to the wind, and sat in the shade. In his small time attending the dojo as a student, he's chosen this place as his.
He'd rested under the tree for a while, thinking to himself about various things. He had no recollection of how much time he'd spent there, nor did he have any orientation as to where everyone else was. He'd been disconnected for a while, it seemed, for things had changed around quite a bit. Making his decision, he would stand and brush his hakama off, the fallen leaves and petals once again falling. He made his way inside, where he would find a place to start training, warming up his muscles. Though he didn't much care for iaijutsu as a martial art, he appreciated it as an art in itself. He had just begun training in iaijutsu, being an i-kyu not too long ago. He would retrieve a practice sword and begin.
Yosuke assumed a general pose and began training his body with basic strikes, quickly unsheathing and sheathing the duller blade. He wasn't very strong, but he was fast, and some would argue that speed and patience are key in iaijutsu. Wait for an opportunity, then quickly land a strike preemptively before your opponent can. Read your opponent, learn their tricks, find patterns. This martial art was equal parts swordsmanship and mind games, at least, that's how Yosuke saw it.