Sitting in the Kuchiki clan’s pavilion, Byakuya could be seen training with a practice sword. He had a stoic demeanor, his eyes cold and gaze unwavering. Every strike and swing of his sword was graceful and precise, a true sign of his noble heritage. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps broke his concentration. Turning his head, he saw a young woman walking towards him - beautiful, petite, and clearly a member of a noble house.