Oda had arrived the night before at the heavenly emporium via airship from it's home country. Tetsumaru. He was a fairly influential man there he thought but not enough to be summoned to the emporium to help train others. Perhaps all of his personal training had begun to pay off but to take on actual students? He smiled at the idea of working with others. Even foreigners so long as they were not in the land of Iron itself were a welcome relief from politics. He enjoyed meeting others a great deal even if they were shinobi. He understood the others and their prejudice though. Shinobi had never done good things in regards to the land of Iron or their samurai. If anything the atrocities that Kiri alone had done to them were something people were finding difficult to forgive. Their visitors recently though had improved relations slightly. They had returned what was Irons sacred property back to Iron. The same people who had carved a path through their village for their own gain had come to apologize years later. It had been an intense affair for all involved but he had found it to remain peaceful at least. For now.
His concerns for the future with a world dipped into war felt like he might drown if he dwelled too long on it. So he had agreed to help train the new generation in hopes that they would think of Iron fondly in the future. His Shogun and the diplomat back home both wanted to shut everyone else out but he viewed the world differently. Still that meant that he had to leave Iron temporarily in order to establish relations at a neutral ground. The heavenly emporium was a guarded space. No one was allowed to intrude there violently on threat of all the major nations hunting them down. He hoped that would protect him for the time being but wasn't holding out his breath on the subject. Instead he would look forward to meeting new people. Regardless of who they were or where they were from.
Oda had been scheduled for training two students first thing in the morning. It was cold on top of the heavenly emporium. A slight mist hung in the air as the sun was only just beginning to light up the sky. Oda was at the training center already. He had chosen a section of Dojo not commonly used by others. His students would be greeted at the reception desk and directed to the floor he was occupying when they arrived. Oda himself was already meditating on a large pillow in the center of the room in a cross legged position. His sword, the Odachi, was set in front of him in its sheath and peace tied for the time being. Oda was wearing his usual black outfit with brass buttons along the front in two rows. A long white coat pooled around him with the symbol for Hinode on the back. White hair hung wildly around his face with thick black eye brows and red sideburns. However to anyone who looked at him. Oda looked like he could not be older than maybe fifteen. However his pearl white eyes almost blended into the rest. Cold and calculating yet around him the dojo was warm. Like a large heater was running. Oda was pushing heat out of his body automatically. He was called ifrit back home after all. His feet however were in black socks as his boots were left at the door in a slotted dresser for shoes. It was disrespectful to enter a dojo with your shoes on after all.
His concerns for the future with a world dipped into war felt like he might drown if he dwelled too long on it. So he had agreed to help train the new generation in hopes that they would think of Iron fondly in the future. His Shogun and the diplomat back home both wanted to shut everyone else out but he viewed the world differently. Still that meant that he had to leave Iron temporarily in order to establish relations at a neutral ground. The heavenly emporium was a guarded space. No one was allowed to intrude there violently on threat of all the major nations hunting them down. He hoped that would protect him for the time being but wasn't holding out his breath on the subject. Instead he would look forward to meeting new people. Regardless of who they were or where they were from.
Oda had been scheduled for training two students first thing in the morning. It was cold on top of the heavenly emporium. A slight mist hung in the air as the sun was only just beginning to light up the sky. Oda was at the training center already. He had chosen a section of Dojo not commonly used by others. His students would be greeted at the reception desk and directed to the floor he was occupying when they arrived. Oda himself was already meditating on a large pillow in the center of the room in a cross legged position. His sword, the Odachi, was set in front of him in its sheath and peace tied for the time being. Oda was wearing his usual black outfit with brass buttons along the front in two rows. A long white coat pooled around him with the symbol for Hinode on the back. White hair hung wildly around his face with thick black eye brows and red sideburns. However to anyone who looked at him. Oda looked like he could not be older than maybe fifteen. However his pearl white eyes almost blended into the rest. Cold and calculating yet around him the dojo was warm. Like a large heater was running. Oda was pushing heat out of his body automatically. He was called ifrit back home after all. His feet however were in black socks as his boots were left at the door in a slotted dresser for shoes. It was disrespectful to enter a dojo with your shoes on after all.
