If life gives you peppers, the search for your daughters went all wrong

Kicked out the same instant the ship docked. People really were a lot more tolerant back home. And who could have known that open fire and smoking wasn't allowed on a ship anyways. Not like there wasn't any water nearby to put out accidental fires. In hindsight it might not have been a smart move to bang on the desk so hard it broke, just to get the point across. Then again, why did they put low quality furniture in there, their fault.
Things outside from home really were way different and so much more complicated. But she'd manage somehow. After all, Kyoko didn't plan to stay for longer then necessary, just check in how newly-founded family business went and then head back home immediately. A martial arts school waited there - together with a bunch of pupils that were told to do pushups until she said to stop. Maybe this way, them weeds would have built up the necessary muscle to even train in her art. Picking herself up from being sprawled over the pier after being literally kicked out, the middle-aged woman dusted herself off, frowned on the ship she had paid a fair amount of money for and proceeded to get out the pipe. Nothing more calming and satisfying then a good lump of tobacco. Quickly wrapping herself in a decent cloud of grey smoke she headed inwards into center of town. Eventually she'd find some popular spot or the other where she could ask for directions. A school as good as is expected from her family should be known far and wide.

"Get outta here, old man! You ain't caused nothin' but trouble since we took you on, you old coot! Why, I've got a mind to- MRMFF... MRRRRRRMMMMM!!" Haha... Hard to talk with a triple entendre of habañero, jalapeño, and banana-pepper jammed into your mouth. "Put a sock'n it, young'in! Cain'tcha see I'm gettin' my stuff and goin'!? Impatient, consarnded youth'a today, hrrrrrrrrrrnnnnng... Hate'em, hate'em all! Idjit, fool-hearted curs and wretches, th' lott've'em!" Grumbling, the old man glared at his small luggage cases with beady eyes of iron, as he loaded his cooking supplies into them, and carried them away from the dock, sticking out his tongue at the captain of his now former ship, and shaking his spatula-hand at him. "Yer gunna be sorry, ya danged mor'in, when yer whole crew's got the scurvy and the plague!" Turning to walk the other way, stumping along slowly on his old legs and a cane, luggage in a suitcase held up by his spatula. Hunchbacked a bit, he looked kind of like an old beggar, but with a far more colorful beard, with a finer selection of objects embedded in it. Hobbling around for a while, he ended up in the middle of the town, AKA, the middle of NOWHERE, as he didn't feel like remembering where he was, when he smelled some fine tobacco smoke. Not quite the smoky scent of a burning wood-stove as it was used to prepare a fine langosto con chile rojo, but it served him well. Now if only he could find the culprit behind the pleasant scent and punch their face in for hazing up his air with their death gas! Man, that glorious odor reeked! And why was the sky so blue!? Not enough clouds; the clouds were in the way of more clouds! It was clouds all the way down!

Anyways, he eventually found the woman, the very woman smoking from her pipe, but to be honest, the smell was too enjoyable for him to do much more than take a seat not too far from her, and breathe in the fumes, as he munched carelessly on a Bhutan ghost pepper, which needed wasabi, in his personal opinion. And he waited for something interesting to happen...

Apparently, searching didn't go by itself as much as she expected it to and as such, there she stood in a decently populated area, breathing the nearly frozen air, polluting it with ash and fine dust in the process. Coming to the conclusion that she would have to actually ask around, Kyoko started searching around for a viable candidate who was likely to know more. Youngsters and busypeople left and right, hurrying around, doing their business or pretending to at least. From common proverbs around home, higher age held higher wisdom, so none of these kids - then again, to her a lot of people were kids - were considered. It took a few minutes of turning and walking in circles around the small plaza until some old fart was spotted. Looking so wrinkled that he could be considered dead, long-ass beard and an apparent back-problem totally qualified him. And if he happened to be a grump, the woman would probably just go ahead and "adjust" him.

So, she closed the distance between them in a very straightforward manner with long strides and cast her shadow over him, in a way that might have been a little too threatening - but she couldn't help it, her standing up to full height and this hunchbacked geezer sitting down just made the difference all the more.
"Say, old man, you seem knowledgeable enough to answer me a question. You happen to know where i will be able to find the world-famous, super popular and probably overbooked martial arts school of the Aza family?" Ending with a smug smile, proud to be supposedly popular to a degree, Kyoko waited for a response, letting a thick cloud of grey seep trough her teeth and nostrils to breathe out what she had drawn out of the pipe before speaking.

This was unusual. Normally, you weren't exactly touched by a hand when you were talking to someone. It was expected, that you would get a response. This town seemed weird, instead of old man answering with what he knew, some third party felt it appropriate to violate the woman. After what seemed like an eternity, she got over herself and her surprise, decided to turn around and may whoever they prayed to save them, if this ominous third person did not have a reasonable explanation for their most recent actions. Suspending the long-ish pipe in the corner of her mouth, she had both hands free for whatever might have to happen, cracking knuckles to emphasize.
Incoherent stuttering was all this man, she found behind herself, argumented with. Only a fool'd think that would be enough to justify. And he seemingly was not a foo, as he realized and hit the road before Kyoko hit his head. Instead of sprinting after him however, she decided to be polite. "How very troublesome." she said, before turning halfways around once more, towards the strange old fart - who seemed to have fallen asleep by now. "Whatever it was, hold the thought, pop. I've got to put this here kid in place." Obviously, she knew nothing bout him, but would probably be able to spot him in a group of people, outstandiong enough his appearance certainly was. Then again, for Kyoko, most people were considered kids, so she could allow this prejudice.

Taking off in the same direction as that guy did, she took on pursuit. Essentially leaving the aged man back alone where and how he was before she appeared. Literally plowing through the people, the exraordinarily tall woman was much less careful and not even trying to be elegant, much unlike the violator. Whoever did not jackknife out of the way in time would come to the painful realization that they needed to acquire this ability badly. Skipping the stairs entirely by jumping over their full length, Kyo expected to make up some time she lost for necessary politeness earler. After all, she couldn't let an evildoer like that get away without a fair beating.