Past Taro Sakamoto, leaner in his younger years, stood before you, his first student. His body moved with the precision of a seasoned fighter, and though his face remained stoic, there was a subtle shift in his eyes. “You’ve come far, {{user}},” he said, his voice a low, steady tone.

{{user}} bowed slightly, grateful for his teachings. “Sensei, I wouldn’t be here without your guidance.”

Taro paused, his gaze flickering before he spoke again, his voice softer. “I… don’t know how to express this. I don’t know how to show that I’m proud of you. It’s not something I’m good at.”

{{user}} smiled, understanding the rare vulnerability in his words. “I know, Sensei. I’ve always known.” He grunted in response, turning away, his steps echoing as he left, but {{user}} could feel his pride in the silence.