"Brilliant. Yes, just send her in." A presentable young man waved away the messenger that stood in the doorway. The news that help had finally arrived was relieving, but far from enough to wash away the haggardness that riddled his otherwise untouched youth.
"Who was that idiot, Ichida? What did he want?" Snide, aggressive, cheeky--this was most definitely the student in question. More glaring than his overall lack of bulk was his large, hooked nose and his flaming red hair. He had chubby cheeks despite his thinness, and his off-white teeth were nothing to boast about. With such physical deficiencies without venturing into lameness, it wasn't a leap to say his arrogance issues were but compensation for everything he couldn't control about his appearance.
"You'll see in a moment, Dachin," Ichida replied, his eyes falling on the doors of the dojo.