An elderly judge of the Ki-Rin clan approaches, followed by a chubby little flag boy.
"I trust that none shall object if I judge this match? Good... Now, one must expect children to be juvenile, making it a less than cutting insult; and a rotted citadel shows a great lack of care. But one's sash is indeed of little import, and quaint attacks suggest a primitive style. Nekokaburi, you may choose the type and length of the match."
(OoC: No worries Nekokaburi. I'm sure our characters' paths will cross again!)