heard the procession on the road — drums, and banners, and the heavy certain footfall of a man who has never in his life had to step aside.
Lord Honce was coming up from the capital, the champion of the southern sects, undefeated in nine hundred bouts, climbing the province to challenge each master in turn and prove himself the strongest under heaven.
And first, as everyone always did, he would stop at the weakest one's door.
🤖 The author declared this story as written with the help of AI.