[b]The Dojo was like how it had once been... changed here and there, but mostly unturned in the wake of its recovery.[/b] [b]Many onlookers were taken aback by one of the returning legends... Some even cheering and clapping... but one was not like the others.[/b] [b]Standing out like a sore thumb, a small creature... No... A girl, of about 5'4 small in size. She wore a brightly colored cloak that was still slightly dirt and muted from activity. It had two strange ear like protrusions at the top, and a handmade floral pattern scarf was tied around her neck. But the obvious curiosity was pinned to the cloth wrappings she wore underneath, covering her body completely. She would have been barefoot without such wrappings. From two small holes in her cloth mask, she watched with a beautiful set of heterochromia eyes, the right a bright and jewel like azure, the other a passionate and wondrous crimson.[/b] [spoiler]https://imgur.com/a/GxPqz[/spoiler] [b]She seemed mostly unarmed, except for the massive gun at her back, steampunk in style, with a long barrel and strange disk like ammo cartridge. It was almost as big as she was, slight purple and blue flames escaping out of the slits in the guns barrel cylinder.[/b] [spoiler]https://i.imgur.com/MG7ep4f.jpg[/spoiler] [b]Where many had their attention caught and were instantly enthralled, she gave off a more intimidating, yet gentle aura.[/b] // [b]As the rider arrived at the gate, he was quickly confronted by the massive doors, but as fate would have it, his new curious marvel sat atop the large wall, feet dangling as she looked down at him with a fascinated gaze, her weapon no where to be seen.[/b]