A low growl rumbled in Kaizen's throat, ears pinned as he stared down the entrance to his den. His quarters were neat and orderly, his little dead end alcove of the maze was situated to the west. Not as close to the centre as some of the other dens, maybe that's why this unwelcome guest had found this place. Decided his den was a good enough spot to claim as its own, after all why do the hard work of digging something out when it could just steal? And it had the cojones to be offended that it'd be caught, hissing and snarling, could've scared off a pride of lions with its bad attitude. But this was Kaizen's den and honey badger or not he wanted it back.
Reaching in to grab it had gotten his nose chomped, the blood dripping from the curve of his nostril. The sharp sting had his eyes watering slightly, glassy in the darkness as he turned to rustle through his belongings. Though the dojo had plenty of wooden practice weapons to use, he preferred to have his own collection as he hadn't quite worked out what felt best. What weapon suited him, something comfortable, like it was a natural extension of his body and not just some tool. Pulling out a bokken from the storage space behind the bamboo wall, he turned and faced his den once more.
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