Ichibei stood over Seijirou who was lying flat on the sand, the dust of their final sparring session settling around them like a shroud.
The old man's face was unreadable, his gaze observed the young boy whose talent was so monstrous Ichibei actually almost lost an interest on training disciples.
He felt like as a teacher, there is no greater form of achievement than to be able to teach such a talented man as Kageyama Seijirou.
"Stand up," Ichibei rumbled. "There is no need for further sessions. I have taught you everything you needed to know. Your Origin needs to be explored by you personally, I cannot help with that."
Seijirou pushed himself up, his white Gi stained with the mountain earth as he offered a deep, respectful bow. "Thank you for everything, Grandmaster. I wouldn't have made it this far without your guidance."
