Eijiro PoV
[800~ years ago, Warring States Era Kuroriku]
I followed my father to the training room, the chill of the early morning air nipping at my skin. My eyes were still heavy with sleep, and I struggled to keep pace with his long strides. He was a towering figure, his back broad and imposing, a testament to years of training and battle. I couldn't help but stare at the way his muscles shifted beneath the fabric of his tunic, the strength that lay within him both intimidating and awe-inspiring.
"Come on, Eijiro," he called over his shoulder, his voice deep and steady. "We have work to do."
