Okita finished his movement, bowed, and turned with a bright smile. "Yes, I am!"

So this must be Reno. The redheaded man was taller, though that wasn't saying much in Okita's case, and he seemed good-natured. Most striking was his carriage - that of an experienced warrior. Okita's smile widened. This match would be fun.

"You're Reno-san, right?" he said, slipping the bokken back through his sash and walking over. "It's a pleasure to meet you face-to-face. So, how shall we spar?"