After my request, I took a step back to give him adequate space in the training area.
Without hesitation, Kojiro drew his sword in one fluid motion, the steel singing softly as it left its sheath. The blade gleamed under the room's magical lighting, and I immediately noticed the perfect balance he maintained even while holding the weapon.
He began with basic foundational forms, but executed them with such precision that they transformed into something extraordinary. His footwork flowed seamlessly from stance to stance. Forward thrust transitions, lateral movements, defensive positions, each step calculated and purposeful. The way he distributed his weight spoke of experience, every muscle working in perfect coordination.
