Tsuyoi

Tsuyoi walks through the long hallways decorated with fancy blue wallpaper and old pictures of past kings and queens in golden frames covered in details that look like they took hours, the floors are a dark wood and the walls have white trims, Tsuyoi's expression is cold and emotionless occasionally a slight bit of interest appears when he glances at old swords hanging on the wall but the moment he passes it vanishes Tsuyoi then stop's at a large dark brown wooden door and opens it wake up