Like-minded [Sekka]

Decisions, decisio-... now that seems kind of interesting. Kenshin's wandering gaze finally settled itself upon a corner of the room, or rather, the lone occupant contained within. He didn't often get to see someone practicing martial arts like they meant it, at least not here. That may seem ironic, given his location within the room designed for martial arts, but it was sadly true; most people who came here did so because they didn't have somewhere more specific to go. After all, this gym attracted no specific practitioners of any style, so one was often left without any peers to actually practice with, and there was only so much one could do practicing by themselves. Kenshin himself would probably be in an actual dojo somewhere were it not for the fact that his style was self-made, and as such, he'd encounter the same problem no matter where he went. What this problem meant was that this gym tended not to attract people who wanted to learn martial arts, but instead, more specifically, people who wanted to learn how to learn martial arts, people who didn't know where to start or what they wanted yet. The rest of the attendees tended to be people on their days off from their actual dojo, and even these tended to be rare, as most either practiced at home or, sadly quite often, didn't practice on days off at all. Altogether, this meant that improvement was hard to come by here unless copious amounts of both time and effort were spent on a regular basis, which not many people had the energy for, or in many cases, the time.

Contrary to this, Kenshin was fairly sure this person, while they may be a bit of a rookie now that he got a good look at them, at least knew what they were doing, or, well, what they wanted to do at the very minimum, which was still somewhat rare. There was also the fact that someone who didn't know what they were doing usually didn't show up and start beating things with a stick, at least unless they were incredibly stupid, and he chose to have faith in humanity on this day. Now, he was usually not one to needlessly pester others, especially when they appeared busy, but in this case his interest in someone who may actually be worth his time won out, so, after some thought, he made his way over to them. Ever awkward in his ways, he would walk up beside an adjacent training dummy and briefly consider leaning on it to appear more natural, though, in the end, he figured doing so would be disrespectful to the equipment. Turning his head away from said equipment and toward Sekka, opting to cross his arms and give a short upward nod of his head in a vague attempt at a greeting that he hoped didn't appear too terribly weird, which was something that, regrettably, he didn't need a lot of help doing. "Yo. It's not often I see someone handling something other than their ego around here." He would gesture briefly at their staff. "Practicing any particular style?" And then, as usual, he'd resume staring at them unblinkingly.