Myoga was quite pleased with himself. It wasn't often that someone got a direct order from those in charge, though admittedly ninety percent of the time it happened it was directed at him, still other people considered it a rare honor so he did as well. It was early, for him at least, when not out hunting he was rarely up and about before noon, mostly to make up for the fact that even when not on missions he was rarely in bed before dawn.
He had sent out letters telling a few prospects to arrive at a certain location of his choosing at noon exactly. Specifically he wanted them to arrive in a clearing. It was there he would test them. It wasn't as if he expected any to fail. He wouldn't be training them to wield the swords after all. Retrieving them was first and then they could learn more from there.
He went through his normal routine, bandaging a few less than pleasant scars, dressing in one of his cutest outfits, and combing out his long hair. It took time of course but he never hurried for things that were unimportant. Once that was done, he used his forehead protector as a headband, tying it into a bow and weaving the long excess tails into his hair. He took a bit longer in the mirror to see the overall effect. He was pleased, men and women had fallen before his might, but he much preferred them to fall before his beauty. With that out of the way, he was gone.
Myoga arrived at the training ground he had already set up. Seven straw dummies stood on poles in a long line. There weren't seven recruits yet but someday there would be, and each straw dummy would stand as not only a reminder, but as a monument to their starting point. Satisfied that all was in order, he slammed Kubikiribōchō into the earth, brushed away a few wrinkles and leaned against it to wait for his new toys.
