Choy Sang Woo stood at the edge of the dojo, watching his fellow samurai execute their perfect, graceful strikes. At 17, he should have been a master by now—strong, respected, a true heir to the throne of Koryo. But instead, he was often ridiculed.
"You're just the weak son," they said behind his back, their words stinging. "No warrior's blood runs through your veins."
King Jang Ho, his father, was a towering legend in the land, revered as one of the greatest samurai to ever live. But his son... Choy struggled to live up to such impossible standards. He wasn't just battling his own insecurities; the expectations of everyone around him suffocated him.
One day, after a particularly embarrassing failure in training, Choy couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed his sword and, without saying goodbye, left Koryo. "I'll find my own way," he vowed. He didn't know if he could ever be the man his father was, but he needed to find his own path