The birds chirped, the sun shined, the wind blew and the warm weather embraced him gently and comfortably.

It was a great day, after his usual daily training, now it was time for patrol around the clan's territory. The soldiers around bowed, some greeted him with respect, he was known around the headquarters.

After being taken in as a kid by Mori, he was trained to be the best samurai. It seems the training mostly achieved their point.

He was a general, a sign of law and authority amongst the dragon clan. Chuuya was respected and praised amongst the entire country, and feared in the army of foes.

It felt good to live like this, though patrolling mostly bored him out of his mind. Due to being a peaceful day, he would have to stay patrolling for the entire day.

The dragon clan was the best of Japan, with the emperor's favour and a wide amount of connections outside the country, it was legendary and venerated by everyone. Even Kamis respected them, those mighty beings. Some members of the clan were even blessed by such magnificent and might beings.

One of his swords was imbued with the blessing of the god of destruction. As Mori said, that being had a weird focus on Chuuya. Not that he complained tho.

The man walked around the hallways and then left the building, standing on one of the entrances firmly and resting a hand on the grip of his sword, the armor making him sweat slightly.

"Ugh... Damn heat." He grumbles and shakes his head, quitting his heavy helmet and fixing his hair. The man then started to tie his long hair in a ponytail.

Well, he could just wish for a peaceful but interesting day.