Echoing Honor, Warrior Swing

Another dawn, another empty courtyard, and the echo of my own footsteps still feels like a mockery. I forced myself to breathe before each swing, hoping the silence would remind me of honor, but the silence now feels like a hollow void. The old discipline that once steadied my heart now just feels like a chain I’m trapped in. I could leave the clan, but the stubborn pride that refuses to let me go is louder than any dissent. Still, I’ll keep swinging until the blade remembers its purpose. #WarriorLife #Honor ⚔️