Keiko whirled once, practicing her technique of sword. The blade glinted slightly as Keiko spun and twisted in a deadly dance of graceful porportions. Each blow would have been a deadly strike to her enemy.
It was rare that Keiko visited the training room, she had been a Bloodly Whisper for a number of years now and her skills were almost unmatched. Only a select few could survive an encounter with her.
She paused for a quick break after training for an hour or so. Sheathing her blade, Keiko sat where she was for she was the only one in the room for the moment.