[Reverse Tiger Blade Dojo]
A sign stood in front of a mighty dojo, with its building shaped like a temple. In the yard, a group of students practiced their martial arts skills under the watchful eye of their sensei.
It was a day like any other.
At that moment, a broad-shouldered man with bushy brows and a stern expression walked up the stairs, soon arriving at the dojo master's private office.
Knock, knock—after knocking twice on the door, a deep sound came from inside, and the man then opened the door, stepping inside.
"Ken, what is it?" The dojo master asked, his voice firm but not unkind. He was a weathered-looking man with a strong jawline and piercing eyes.
He looked like a man who had seen it all.
His name was Tiger Erwin, the dojo master of the Reverse Tiger Blade dojo.
Ken respectfully put his arms behind his back and puffed his chest.
