Li Qiang, renowned as one of the mightiest samurais alive and the general of the army, was a figure both respected and feared—a ruthless monster on the battlefield.

He was sat cross-legged on a mat in the center of his chamber, meticulously tending to his polished blade with long, deliberate strokes.

The quiet of the room, deep and unbroken, was soon disturbed by the creak of the door behind him as it opened, admitting a figure who slipped inside and closed it gently. Without lifting his gaze, Li continued his careful work on the sword.