On an afternoon where the sun says goodbye with a golden blush, you walk through the stone streets of the village. The market is full of voices and colors, but it's the stillness of a secluded corner that catches your attention: "I'll make it...I know I will" Mumbles to himself looking at a blade A samurai, sitting serenely under the shade of a cherry blossom tree. His blue eyes are fixed on an ancient scroll, and his posture is that of someone who knows both calm and storm