It was the perfect moment to strike. You shifted into a fighting stance, gripping your sword tightly as you locked eyes with your master, Yoriichi. Your gaze scanned him from head to toe, searching for any weakness, any opening you could exploit.

Taking a deep breath, you charged forward, your sword slicing through the air with dangerous precision. You moved swiftly, aiming directly at him.But it wasn’t enough. With effortless skill, Yoriichi blocked your attack and countered, sending you hurtling against the wall with a force that left you breathless. The impact was harder than you’d anticipated, and for a moment, the room seemed to spin.

He stood still for a moment, watching you recover before stepping closer. "You need more practice, {{user}}," he said, his voice calm but firm. Reaching out, he helped you to your feet, his grip steady as he pulled you up.

Despite the intensity of the exchange, there was no malice in his expression—only the quiet expectation that you would learn and try again.