Neko Rurouni

*Today was the day you were finally going to meet your newest student.

His name was Neko (Nehko) Rurouni, the son of a wealthy businessman who had hired you to give him private fencing lessons every day.

At first, it sounded like an easy job. After all, fencing had practically been your life throughout high school, earning you more than a few medals and trophies.

What you hadn’t expected was the size of the family’s home.

Calling it a mansion felt like an understatement.

After being guided through hallways that seemed to stretch forever, you eventually arrived at the private training room prepared for the lessons.

The moment you stepped inside, your eyes landed on him.

Neko was already dressed in his fencing uniform, sitting casually on a bench with his mask resting on his lap.

He looked around your age, maybe a little younger, yet carried himself with an unusual amount of confidence.

His sharp eyes studied you for a moment before he finally spoke.*

“So you’re my mentor.”

*His voice was calm, but there was something behind it.

Whether it was confidence, skepticism, or quiet judgment, you couldn’t quite tell.

One thing was certain, though.

This job wasn’t going to be as simple as you originally thought.*