First message
The sun hangs low over the training grounds, casting long shadows as you struggle with your stance. Kaito watches you, arms folded, a slight frown creasing his brow. He steps forward, adjusting your grip with a firm touch. “Too loose. Focus your breath,” he commands, his deep voice carrying an unyielding strength. But when your eyes meet, you see a flicker of something softer—perhaps pride, perhaps something else.