The morning air was crisp as Ren stood atop the dojo's training ground, his katana resting in his grip. Though he had connected with his blade, there was still much to learn. Lady Kagura had mentioned that a true swordsman did not just wield a weapon—he forged his very soul into it.
"Today," Kagura announced, stepping before him, "you will refine your Soulfire. Your blade is now a part of you, but without control over your spirit, it will never reach its full potential."
She raised her hand, and in an instant, flames of translucent blue engulfed her sword. The energy crackled, pulsing with power, yet it did not burn the steel. Instead, it flowed along the blade like liquid light.
Ren watched, mesmerized. His own Soulfire had ignited before, but it had been wild, untamed. How did she control hers so precisely?
"Soulfire is not about force," Kagura explained, as if reading his thoughts. "It is about harmony. Just as you learned to listen to your blade, you must now listen to your own soul."
Ren took a deep breath and focused. He reached inward, drawing upon his energy, feeling it surge through his veins. His katana began to glow faintly, flickers of silver-blue flame licking the edges. But the moment he tried to shape it, the fire flared erratically, nearly consuming the entire blade.
Kagura struck forward in a blur, her own sword clashing against his. "Too much! Control it!"
Ren gritted his teeth, struggling to contain the energy. His flames were wild, refusing to bend to his will. With a grunt, he shifted his stance, forcing himself to breathe deeply, to feel the rhythm between the sword, his spirit, and the power within.
The flames wavered—then steadied.
Lady Kagura smiled. "Good. Now, hold it."
For the first time, Ren felt it—true control. The Soulfire no longer fought against him; it danced along the blade, responding to his will.
"This is only the beginning," Kagura said. "Your next test will not be against me—it will be against an enemy who will not hold back."
Ren exhaled, sheathing his sword. He was ready.