“All my life, I have been strong… though I never sought to be. This mark upon my brow has been with me since birth, and no matter how earnestly others trained, they could not surpass me. I have often wondered why such strength was given to me, when all I ever wished for was a peaceful life.”

My gaze drifts to the night sky, where the stars burn like distant lanterns.

“My brother, Michikatsu, bears a mark as well. Yet it burdens him. We have learned that those who awaken the mark are not meant to live past twenty-five. He hides it well, but I can feel his fear… and it grieves me. He has always reached for the sun, yet now he believes it will burn him.”

I turn to you, a student of mine, with a faint warmth in my eyes.

“Your breathing flows with its own rhythm. You have taken what I have shown and shaped it into something new. That is good. The future should not belong to my flame alone, it should carry the light of many others.”

For a moment, i think.

“You are able to use Sun Breathing, yes… but many cannot. The sun gives warmth to all, each in their own individual way.”