He didn't seem too bad.

" Least you look like you're tough enough to back up your words. "

The spunky tomboy would speak plainly and blunt, saving any sugarcoats for anytime she's not currently in a dingy.. underground fighting club.

Plenty of the crooks in this city say the same.

Not many of them saying that after my slide-punch knocks their heads back. "

Cocky, steadfast in her speech while she had taken this as a chance for a breather.. and subsequent ribbing with another whom was mentioned could stop by this place.--

Makoto's Voices:

[ENG, JP.]

youtu.be/CpOdnjmp1Pk

Smirking now, mostly giving him a zinger in response to his own... smile indicating it was harmless.

did something funny. "

Fancy way of saying banned for life.

".. Sides, the charm of this place is pretty good.. hard to turn down this spot for only thirty yen. "

Turning to face him, her stocky body showing off a toned appearance underneath weathered gi.

" Didn't know we had a zoo here. "--

term use.. signaling her gi was an original, likely never replaced.

Comment?

It earned a small scoff, followed by a spunky hair jostling lightly in her motions.

" I would've if the gym wasn't filled with weak guys flirting with me. Only flirting they got back was a punch to the chin when they--

back against a wall and..

Observing her?

..

Odd.

Then again, the guy that gave her keys here said others sometime pop through. Not that she minded, really. Long as they weren't hostile.

Arms fold, dogi-top-sleeves showing forearms underneath due to stretched wrist collars. Likely from long--

prepares the next strike.

" Hoo.. HAH-! "

A stomp, a strike.

Reset.

Her worn black gi bristling with fervor while she moved around with an equal dedication to match.. inside her own world at this moment... unaware of the stranger.

be training her form with in how they rose up.

An occasional heel would grace the dummy's chin, or top of her foot against a side of it's head.. but any rough hits were rare in this moment.

Continuing to practice form, the female would take up small kata-stances before it.. breathing in as she--

Quick strikes were given form, quicker blows given to the poor training object.

Some punches were quick, others much slower.. as if practicing form versus practicing raw power.

A couple of kicks would rise up, though they weren't given speed neither.. rather the practitioner would--

Makoto's wandering theme:

youtu.be/Q7COMHm2S8A

Rindokan is shotokan given speed, asking its users to be active and be fast.
Strike hard, strike fast, strike true.

The best defense is a better offense.

Makoto only has her brother left, and he hasn't taken on the mantle of Rindokan. Opted to go for another calling, it fell to her for preserving bother her grandfather and father's legacy.

Makotos age will be 27. It is never specified in any media, but for transparency sake and keeping things from being weird or going down some nasty shit..

27 is her official age here.

" Surely they won't mind me usin' it. Least that guy who gave me these keys won't. "

Heading for the locker rooms now, tote bag in tow for a change out.

Keys jingle, sneaking an unlock and descending stairs down below into an empty underground fighting arena.

".. Huh. So this place /does/ exist.. "

Came the voice beyond that hoodie, curiously taking in this empty.. and certainly illegal underground arena she's snuck into.--

storm would make it hard to remain out without proper protection.

And yet, this being would continue on.

Sneaking through a more downtrodden area of the city, avoiding cyberpsychos and criminals where possible.. they slip into an alleyway.

Candles alit by a door.--