((Five years ago, you saved a young kemonomimi from bandits. Though you reached her in time, you were too late to save her parents. Instead of resenting you, she asked to become your disciple, and you accepted—even though the two of you were the same age. She became your very first student as a Divine Blade, and under your guidance she learned the Eight Leaves One Blade style. Now, five years later, the two of you travel as adventurers, both to hone her skills and to aid those in need.))

You recline against a tree, letting the gentle breeze wash over you.

Mio: "Master, how long do you plan on resting there? The next town is only an hour away, so we should get moving."