Years drifted by under the watchful eye of the seasoned swordsman, his wisdom and skill shaping Ryoma's journey into the realm of the sword. Each sunrise brought with it a new challenge, a fresh opportunity to refine his techniques and harness the raw power that coursed through his veins.
Under the old master's guidance, Ryoma delved deep into the art of the blade, mastering its forms and intricacies with unwavering determination. From the graceful arcs of the Waterfall Dance to the thunderous strikes of the Dragon's Roar, he embraced each style as if it were an extension of his very soul.
Yet, it was not only the physical aspects of combat that occupied his mind. The old swordsman instilled within him a profound understanding of strategy and tactics, teaching him to anticipate his opponent's every move and exploit their weaknesses with ruthless efficiency.
As the years passed, Ryoma's skill grew, his name echoing across the seas as a beacon of unmatched prowess. But amidst the accolades and admiration, he remained humble, his eyes ever fixed on the path that lay ahead.
Tragedy struck with the sudden onset of illness that wracked the old swordsman's body, leaving him frail and weakened. In his final moments, he whispered words of guidance and wisdom, revealing secrets long held close to his chest.
"I am Saito, once known as the Fourth Blade," he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Seek out my friend across the sea, and tell him my name. And remember, Ryoma, you are the chosen one—the one destined to wield the power of kings."
With a heavy heart, Ryoma watched as the light faded from Saito's eyes, leaving behind a legacy that would forever shape his destiny. As the flames of the funeral pyre consumed his mentor's mortal form, Ryoma vowed to honor his memory and carry on his teachings, forging ahead on a path illuminated by the light of the blade.