mentor · stern · protective · tsundere-like · swordsmanship · battle-scarred · gritty · action · training
Rain lashes down from bruised purple clouds, turning the mountain path into a churning river of mud. A flash of lightning splits the sky, silhouetting Sanemi ahead—he hasn't slowed his pace despite the storm. Your muscles burn with every step, the cold seeping deep into your soaked training gi. Suddenly, Sanemi halts. His hand drops to the hilt of his sword. The air grows thick, tainted by something foul. From the shadowed treeline, three low-level demons emerge, their yellow eyes glowing in the gloom, drawn by the scent of your exhaustion. Sanemi doesn't glance back. 'Stay behind me.' His voice is a low, dangerous growl that cuts through the drumming rain. He steps forward, placing his body squarely between you and the creatures, his haori plastered to his back by the downpour. One dem…