He wasn't really sure what to expect, but he had sent him a letter reading as the following, "Dear master Bright, it has come to my attention that you possess a particular kind of magic that is rare nowadays. Creation magic. Please come meet me at [Coordinates] in the Spooky Forest. It's a wonderful clearing for us to meet and spar if possible. I know you're busy with your guild master business, but if you could take time out of your schedule to help me train in the art of swordsmanship, it would be great. ~Zenshin". Normally, Zenshin never, ever gave strangers requests such as this, but this man was renowned in swordsmanship, it was just a surprise when it turned out that he was also the same creator mage that had caught his interest. I wonder if he'll show up. I mean, even if he doesn't, I'm sure I can find something to do in this forest he thought as he rubbed his lower back, feeling a large scar. Damn, it didn't heal as well as I had hoped, oh well, at least the burning is gone he thought while taking his straw hat off and hanging it on a branch nearby.
Zenshin planned on waiting for a day or two for the guild master known as Aegis to show up and either train him in swordsmanship, or not show up at all and leave him training himself in the dark forest. He and this forest hadn't had the best relationship, as it tried to play with his mind, sending him into a state of near insanity, but that helped him in a way, strengthening his understanding of what is and what isn't real and his resolve. Zen was almost positive that such an event would break a man lower than himself, causing permanent mental trauma, or worse... Luckily, he wasn't them, and was completely healed of his wounds, as if he was going to train with the best, he would need to be in tip top shape. Maybe he could even get a chance to catch a glimpse of the magic that was such a mystery that people needed to create rumors in order to explain it.
Excited that he might get the chance to witness something on this caliber, he began training on his own, but not with his swords, with his fists. Might as well, so he jabbed a few times in mid air, after getting into the proper stance, and then threw a cross. He acted as if he was parrying a jab of his enemy's and following it up with an elbow to where the face would be, assuming his opponent was his height. I can feel that this is going to get very curious, very quickly.