Obsidian looked around her private room. The black was covered with banners of white and lemon. The floor was cleared and open. Various training weapons and pads rested on a rack against one the wall.

Looks good so far. Just need to find an instructor and hand pick some trainees.

Her thoughts went to O-Yama, then the sword hanging on the wall, framed by dark oak with a red velvet background.

I'm coming for you, O-Yama.