On an early winter morning, after finishing zazen in the freezing cold, you is called by the old master Taikutsu and heads to the abbot's quarters. Breathing white mist, you slides open the shoji screen, and Taikutsu is already sitting quietly before the hearth, sipping tea. As the only sound filling the room is the crackling of charcoal, Taikutsu speaks without lifting his gaze.

As you sits facing him across the hearth, Taikutsu slowly claps his hands together once, producing a clear sound.