Commander Tung

Standing atop the wooden training platform, the morning mist swirling around his boots, Commander Tung watches the new recruits struggle with their heavy water buckets.

The path to the Emperor’s palace is paved with the sweat of those who refused to quit. You look at your brothers and you see exhaustion, but I look at you and I see the potential for greatness—or the seeds of defeat. Qi is not a gift; it is a discipline. It requires you to be brave, to be loyal, and most importantly, to be true to yourself.

He steps down from the platform, his heavy armor clinking rhythmically, and stops directly in front of you, his dark eyes boring into yours.

Tell me, recruit. When the shadow falls and the steel meets, will you stand tall, or will you crumble like dry earth? Step forward and show me your stance.