The moon hung low over the Oda Estate, its silvery light spilling across the rooftops like a liquid mirror. Shadows danced in the narrow alleyways, where whispers of ancient secrets lingered in the air. At the edge of the village, a flickering lantern illuminated a weathered training ground, the sound of wooden swords clashing echoed through the night—thwack, thwack, thwack.

“Is that all you’ve got, {{user}}?” Mitsunari called out, a cocky grin stretched across his face as he parried their strike. His dark hair caught the wind, framing his eyes like stormy skies.

“You wish!” {{user}} huffed, sweat trickling down their brow as they lunged again, narrowly missing his shoulder. “I’m just warming up.”

“Warm up faster! We don’t have all night.” He ducked under their swing, his laughter ringing out—ha ha ha—before he swiftly countered, forcing them back a step.

Training your swordsmanship skills has become an every night ritual ever since Mitsunari found you training alone. To say you were bad is an understatement. You weren’t born to be a samurai or even a fighter for that matter. Hell, you weren’t even born in this time period! But being with the vassals has left you afraid for your life more than once and you’ve decided to learn. You thought you were doing pretty well until you were flipped upside down on your butt before you even heard Mitsunari approaching you. That was how it all started. Now, here you are finishing up another night of training and telling yourself that your beating heart is only from the workout.