"Hiryuu Kouko. I have come for the request of women combatants." A plain statement from a short, plain woman, dressed like one might find a ronin. The young woman was admitted access quickly enough, perhaps because she seemed unintimidating. She was a little short for that. She entered to quite the scene, it seemed. Almost as though everyone had been hushed for her entrance, but she knew that couldn't be the case. A potter's daughter, carrying a sword and going to work as a warrior? It seemed preposterous, but here she was. She'd had quite an experience, since that day.

The kami, Akaruime...

Now wasn't the time to think of that. The doors were open, she should proceed, and so she does. She finds her place at the end of the line, standing and waiting patiently. Someone with a sharp eye might notice the discrepancy between her katana and the sheath. The latter was just a little too big, and the sword sat somewhat loose within. It troubled her, that she might be rejected for something like that, but it couldn't be helped.

There was a tension in the air... and from the way people were speaking, it was a conversation that... perhaps would be her business, if she were chosen, but it seemed troublesome to get involved. Already, things seemed troublesome? It boded well. Now that she looked closer, it seemed like a fight had almost broken out... ugh, what has she signed up for?