The morning sun rose from the edge of the sky, and a faint light floated across the fields. The crisp sound of wooden blades clashing rang outside the royal tent, clear and distinct. This was the dawn training, lasting for a full three quarters until the daylight brightened, announcing its end.
The Guard Commander, Ecatl, appeared calm, with a slight sweat. Xiulote was bare-chested, drenched in sweat. Under Nashu's service, he happily wiped his body with hot water and breathed out a long, comfortable sigh.
"Phew!... Haha! Daily persistent training is the key for strong Samurais to maintain willpower and physique!"
Xiulote said with a laugh, patting his muscular chest. Then, he extended his large hand, affectionately pinching Nashu's cheek.
"Ah? Your Highness..."
"Call me Master! Nashu, my little fox, is your health better now?"
"Ah! Your... Master... I'm better now..."
