Chapter 98: The Debt of a Lifetime
The morning light filtered through the paper walls of Muzen's house, casting soft golden hues across the wooden floor.
The air carried the faint scent of cherry blossoms, and the gentle rustling of trees outside created a serene ambiance.
Nero sat cross-legged on the tatami mat, absorbing the tranquility around him.
He had woken early, his mind already focused on the day ahead, yet his body was still adjusting to the time difference.
A deep voice broke the morning stillness. "Have you rested well?"
Nero turned to see Muzen standing in the doorway, his imposing figure silhouetted against the morning light.
"Yes, thank you, Muzen," Nero replied, bowing slightly in gratitude.
"Very good. Let us have breakfast. After that, you will follow me to the dojo."
"Yes."
Muzen led Nero through the hallways of the traditional home, past wooden pillars and sliding doors that revealed breathtaking views of a stone garden.
The air smelled of miso and freshly cooked rice, and soon, they entered a spacious dining area.