Each Their Own Choice

After Hane left, Xunri and the other boys and girls exchanged glances, then looked at Makomo, who was still swinging her sword. Gritting their teeth, they continued their training as well.

But this time, Hane was gone for an especially long time. Three months later, Xunri sought out their second senior sister.

"Senior Sister, is Master not coming back?"

The sweet-looking girl raised her head and looked at the moon, which seemed close enough to touch.

"I don't know. Maybe Master just has something he needs to handle."

"Senior Sister, what do you think? Are you going to stay on the mountain forever? We've been on this mountain for nearly three years now. With the strength we have now, I want to go down and see the world. I don't want to be trapped on this mountain!"

A faint glimmer flickered in Xunri's eyes. His identity was far from simple. He had once been the son of a lord, but during a reform war—

His parents had chosen the wrong side and were killed by their political enemies. He had barely escaped under the protection of the servants, becoming a wandering orphan.

Originally, he had thought he would spend his entire life struggling in the mud. But fate had given him a new choice, allowing him to become the disciple of a powerful master.

Now that he believed he could not cut through that iron Hashira, he began to think of going down the mountain to take revenge. After all, he had watched his parents die right before his eyes.

"What? You want to go down the mountain?"

A trace of hesitation appeared on the second senior sister's sweet face.

"Yes!"

Xunri nodded heavily.

"Senior Sister, why don't you come down the mountain with me? The other two senior brothers