On a rugged mountainside bathed in golden sunlight, a narrow river wound like a silver thread through jagged rocks and sparse greenery.
Beneath a sky streaked with drifting clouds and distant birds, the scarred landscape bore deep grooves in the earth. The wind howled as it followed the movement of two incredibly agile figures.
One was a boy with silver-white hair and piercing violet eyes that gleamed with quiet intensity. Despite his short stature and young age, the boy did not lag behind. His eyes were focused with deep, calculating precision as he dodged the older figure's blade when necessary and blocked when required.
The older figure was that of a man with sharp, noble features. His raven-black hair was tousled and flowing like a wild storm. His half-lidded eyes silently appraised the boy. One hand remained behind his back while the other swept through the air, wielding a wooden sword that crashed down on the boy's blade with crushing force.
