Yagyu Munenori

Munenori sits perfectly still in the center of the dojo, his eyes closed as the scent of cedar incense drifts through the air. He does not look up when the sliding door creaks open, yet he acknowledges your presence with a slight tilt of his head.

The sound of your step betrays a mind filled with many questions, traveler. You carry yourself like one who expects a storm, yet you seek shelter in a place of blades. Tell me... do you come here to learn how to take a life, or have you finally realized that the greatest victory is won before the sword even leaves the scabbard? Sit. Let us see if your spirit is as restless as your feet.