Chapter 3: The Path of the Blade and Qi

The next morning, Ren stood in the courtyard of the Katsuragi estate, dressed in a simple training gi. The rising sun bathed the area in golden light, but the air was thick with tension. Before him stood his father, Katsuragi Haruto, and an old man with a long white beard—Master Takeda, the last remaining sword instructor of the Katsuragi Clan.

Haruto crossed his arms. "Ren, today marks the beginning of your true path. You will learn the Katsuragi Clan's Sword Arts, but that alone is not enough. The world has changed. Murim warriors are growing stronger, and sorcerers are becoming more dangerous."

Ren nodded. "Then what must I do?"

Haruto's eyes narrowed. "You must master both swordsmanship and Qi Cultivation."

At that moment, Master Takeda stepped forward. "The Katsuragi Clan was once feared for its Shadow Fang Sword Style, a technique blending speed and precision. But without a strong foundation in qi, even the greatest sword techniques are meaningless." He tapped the ground with his cane. "Before you wield the blade, you must learn to harness qi itself."

Ren smirked slightly. So that's how it is. This world really is different.

In his past life, he relied on instinct, strategy, and sheer killing efficiency. But here, strength was tied to a force beyond the physical. Qi was power.

"Very well," Ren said. "Teach me."

Master Takeda grinned. "Then sit. We begin now."

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Qi Cultivation Training – First Step

Ren sat cross-legged as Master Takeda instructed him. "Qi flows through the meridians of your body, much like blood. The first step is sensing it."

Ren closed his eyes, focusing. At first, there was nothing—just silence. Then, like a faint ember deep within his core, he felt something warm flicker inside him.

"This... is qi?"

Master Takeda's voice was calm. "Good. Now, breathe. Guide the qi through your body. Let it flow naturally."

Ren did as instructed, controlling his breath. The warmth spread, moving through his limbs, his fingertips. It was slow, unrefined—but it was there.

For hours, he sat in silence, cultivating. By sunset, sweat dripped from his forehead, but his qi flow had improved.

Haruto observed quietly. "Not bad for the first day," he muttered.

Ren opened his eyes, exhaling slowly. He could feel it now—his strength had grown, if only a little.

Master Takeda nodded approvingly. "Tomorrow, we begin sword training. Be prepared."

Ren stood, gripping his fists.

He wasn't just learning to fight.

He was preparing to reclaim everything.

And he would become unstoppable.