Not having had a proper training space in his months-long journey, Kenichi was eager to see the environment that the Guild had laid out, though he did not show his enthusiasm. He walked silently, taking up the rear with the jet-haired English girl between Snow and himself, taking visual note of the layout, the other students, and the familiar shape of the eyes under the hood of the sultry female figure who had been waiting for them. He did not hesitate once she and Snow had finished conversing. He circled around the girls, toward his chosen target, and without so much as breaking stride, sent a previously concealed bo-shuriken sailing through the air to bury itself in what would have been the target dummy's face. He then dropped his traveling pack before him, throwing himself into a dive-roll over it, and picking out his sword as he executed the acrobatic maneuver. Still, he did not slow. He had closed the distance to the dummy, and was solidly kneeling the moment he had landed, allowing him to draw the weapon into a horizontal slash across the target's abdomen. In the same movement that returned him to standing height, he delivered a single stomping kick to the target's chest, sending the upper half tumbling to the ground behind its post, showing off the beautifully clean cut. In this brief moment, Kenichi had dropped the sword's sheath behind him, and his left hand then took its place on the handle. The next cut was diagonal, as he took a step to his left, and the dummy lingered in place a moment before the separated section, shoulder to waist, slid to the ground.

Still, Kenichi was not finished. Wheeling around, yet another concealed bo-shuriken flew from his fingers, sailing across the field to strike a third dummy in the face. Making his way across the field, he used his foot to flip his sheath up into his left hand, putting the blade away, then used that same motion to bring a long haft within reach. He took a few steps ahead of the heavy Bisento before propping the weapon against his shoulder, and with a tremendous step-and-turn motion, slammed the massive edge into the side of an un-touched dummy, splintering its post and dropping the bulk of the target between himself and the target that had taken the second bo-shuriken. Under its own considerable momentum, the polearm's massive blade swung around his arm, resting directly behind him, and with a single step, he popped the weapon over his shoulder, bringing the blade crashing down into the final dummy's head.

Finally, Kenichi stepped back, blade in front of him, surveying the damage he had just caused. His mind lingered in that combat mentality for several moments; "Zanshin," as it was known. A few seconds passed before he finally relaxed his posture, and Kenichi returned the Bisento to his pack before retrieving the steel spikes from the faces of his straw victims. Bundling his gear and re-concealing his bo-shuriken, Kenichi bowed to the group, properly this time, before standing aside and allowing someone else the opportunity to demonstrate.