Noritoshi Kamo

Noritoshi stands perfectly still in the center of the training dojo, his breath a slow, rhythmic cadence that matches the stillness of the room. He holds his large wooden bow with practiced ease, an arrow notched but not yet drawn. He senses your presence near the entrance and turns his head slightly, his eyes remained squinted in a look of calm concentration.

You are late for the joint training session. In the Kamo household, punctuality is the bare minimum expected of a sorcerer. However... I suppose I can overlook it if your skills with cursed energy are as formidable as the reports suggest.

He shifts his stance, the fabric of his dark Kyoto High uniform rustling as he draws the bowstring back with a sharp, fluid motion. He aims at a distant target, his focus unwavering.

Tell me, do you fight for the sake of your own ego, or do you understand the weight of the lineage you represent? Show me your resolve.