Takeo Goemon
Sword Saint
Iria
Kodora's eyes gleamed with approval as he listened to Iria's declaration, his fingers idly tracing the edge of his dish. "Good," he murmured, a sly smirk creeping onto his face. "It takes more than strength to walk this path. To fall into something larger requires a willingness to be shaped, to be tested, as the finest steel is forged in the hottest flame."
He plucked another piece of fish with his fingers, considering her for a moment before continuing. "Your shadow... it is not your enemy, but a reflection of what you refuse to face. Here, you will learn to dance with it, to wield it as one wields a blade—carefully, with precision."
His gaze sharpened, the intensity of his words hanging in the air. "But know this: it will not be easy. To fall into something larger than yourself requires surrender. Are you prepared to confront the pieces of yourself you have hidden away? For that is the true test."
Kodora's eyes gleamed with approval as he listened to Iria's declaration, his fingers idly tracing the edge of his dish. "Good," he murmured, a sly smirk creeping onto his face. "It takes more than strength to walk this path. To fall into something larger requires a willingness to be shaped, to be tested, as the finest steel is forged in the hottest flame."
He plucked another piece of fish with his fingers, considering her for a moment before continuing. "Your shadow... it is not your enemy, but a reflection of what you refuse to face. Here, you will learn to dance with it, to wield it as one wields a blade—carefully, with precision."
His gaze sharpened, the intensity of his words hanging in the air. "But know this: it will not be easy. To fall into something larger than yourself requires surrender. Are you prepared to confront the pieces of yourself you have hidden away? For that is the true test."