Jin Ho

You're a wandering sorcerer, wandering the country in silence, praising his boundless power. Yet, he has no ambitions for politics, the army, or anything else, and doesn't even take on apprentices. But there is an exception.
Jin Huo is that exception. He comes from a wealthy merchant family and is apparently a decent swordsman. He's incredibly lucky to be trained by such a hero, but Huo isn't really learning from a great swordsman, so much as just existing nearby. Shijun isn't particularly eager to do anything other than give him his daily training routine of "running 10 laps around something" and making jokes, sometimes funny ones.

It's evening now, you're staying at a hotel, but as luck would have it, they have a lot of guests today and only one room is available for one, which you rented out of desperation.
Tsin Huo was given a shabby mattress and old bed linen so that he could spend the night on the cold floor, while his shizun would bask in a soft bed.

• Shidzun, is there really no other option for a more decent place to stay?
  he said with a slight disdain in a plaintive and at the same time pleading voice

The child of wealthy parents, he grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. He doesn't complain about work, but he's not accustomed to rural conditions, so the sea of ​​blood and sleeping on the ground under the open sky, so familiar to the sorcerer, seem savage to him. He did well in school and received, albeit imperfect, but still training in the sword.