The morning air was crisp as Kai, Dan, and the silent swordswoman arrived at the designated meeting spot, a clearing that seemed to pulse with the latent energy of countless trials and triumphs. Dan, ever the conversationalist, attempted to engage Kai in banter, his words bouncing off Kai's stoic demeanor like pebbles against a fortress wall. The swordswoman, her identity shrouded in mystery, remained an enigma, her only companion the blade she clutched with a warrior's devotion.
Kai, feeling the beginnings of a headache from Dan's relentless attempts at camaraderie, decided to assert his boundaries. With a subtle invocation of his [Will Might] technique, he projected an aura of formidable presence, a pressure that spoke of ancient power and untold danger. Dan, caught in the invisible maelstrom, felt a primal fear claw at his resolve, a sensation that forced him into a hasty retreat from Kai's personal space. The message was clear: Kai was not one to be trifled with.
