Swoooooosh* All I could see was a blinding glint of steel and a training dummy cut in half. The smirks of my squadmates had gone away in an instant, replaced by a face full of surprise and fright. The old man was standing in front of us and his katana was in his scabbard. I could have sworn that he was holding it just a second ago. Now it seemed like he never had pulled it out, yet the training dummy was in two equally cut parts on the ground. My mind wondered: "Just who is this old man?"

The old man started to walk away and I decided to follow him. Aside from his extraordinary skills with a blade there was also something eery about his apperance, which made me nervous. He had a long unkept beard, multiple ugly scars on his face and dirt on his clothes. It was clear to me that he had been away from other people for a long time since he seemingly didn't care about his appearance. Unnerving thoughts were running through my brain: "Those scars looks like ones a criminal might have. Maybe the reason he lives in solitude is that he doesn't get caught for his crimes". I wanted to turn away and get back to training, but my feet were moving on their own.

Edit: And that's how much I feel like writing on mobile. Maybe someone could pick up and finish it? I think that would be fun.