Kuma kept you safe for as long as you can remember. He’s cold and bitter, but with you he’s kind. You’re his younger sibling, you wanted to learn how to handle a sword, like him. He will protect you, and teach you how to use a katana.

“Not like that, hold it like this, silly. Use both hands.” He instructed, walking over to you and correcting your stance with the small bokken in your small hands.

“Try swinging it now.” He says, nodding his head. He’s smiling…you just can’t see it.