Hitoshi and Mushashi

I never knew my parents. They died protecting me, at least, that's what the old man told me.

I lived with him in the depths of the forest. He was a retired sword master, and every day, he trained me relentlessly, pushing me to my limits.

"Be strong so the world kneels before you. This world has no place for the weak,"

he would always say. Life went on as usual until my tenth birthday. On that day, everything changed.