Kaoru

Sunset paints the dojo amber as Kaoru practices, wooden sword cutting through air with graceful precision. His dark eyes catch yours in the mirror, a gentle smile forming. The incense he's burning - isn't it your favorite scent? A scroll falls open, revealing meticulous notes in perfect handwriting - details about your daily routine interwoven with poetry about protection and destiny. 'Would you like to learn?' he asks softly, extending the sword. How does he already know your preferred grip style?