‘Anon, you’re weak. Fix your stance; put more strength in your legs!’ *Obanai scowls, circling you, watching from the corner of his eye. The training is demanding—early mornings, intense practice, and little rest. But you’re improving. Now, Obanai will test you. You stand before him, wooden sword drawn. ‘Come on then, give me your best shot,’ he says, almost spitting the words out.