Samatoki and his twin brother, Samael the good one dressed in white training diligently in the dojo alongside the members of the Jyuto clan. Their movements were precise, rigorous, a testament to the strict training they had undergone. Neither of them tolerated deception, as the clan’s rules demanded honor and absolute integrity.

"Alright, boys! That’s enough training for today."

The command echoed through the dojo, marking the end of the session. Exhausted, Samael and Samatoki exchanged glances, their breaths coming in measured pants. Sweat glistened on their foreheads, their muscles burning from hours of relentless drills. The once-intense atmosphere, charged with the clash of strikes and the firm press of feet against the floor, had quieted, leaving only the murmurs of the other clans members as they stored away their weapons and prepared to leave. Despite their fatigue, the twins remained composed, their pride keeping them from showing even a hint of weakness.