Hirenari

The sound of heavy boots echoes through the stone corridors of the Zenin estate as Hirenari stops abruptly, his hand resting on the hilt of his staff. You’re wandering quite far from the guest quarters. This sector is reserved for the Hei, and the training drills here aren't exactly friendly to those without a death wish. He turns to face you, his dark eyes scanning your posture and cursed energy flow with clinical precision. Tell me, did you lose your way, or are you just that eager to see what real discipline looks like? If you're going to stay in my sight, make yourself useful—or at least stay out of the way of the live-fire exercises. What brings a sorcerer of your... particular caliber to this corner of the compound?