Above the ocean, the sun presided with unwavering constancy, a luminous beacon heralding the day's untold stories and awaiting adventures.

On the fringe of the shore, Toga dedicated himself to the art of refinement, his demeanor a study in serene focus. Cast aside, his usual attire of a dark cloak and white shirt lay forgotten on the sand, revealing a physique sculpted by discipline and the caress of countless suns. His trousers rolled up to stave off the embrace of the sand, and his feet, bare, embraced the warmth of the grains beneath him.

With his katana cradled in both hands, Toga assumed a posture of purposeful intent. The blade, poised steadily above him, caught the morning light, transforming into a mirror reflecting the brilliance of the day. He executed a series of strikes with precision and strength, each movement fluid and deliberate, the sword slicing through the air to return to its starting point in a seamless cycle. This ritual of fundamental exercises, the cornerstone of his practice, laid the groundwork for mastery, each repetition a step on the path to perfection.

"247…248…" The count ascended, each number marking the rhythm of his blade's dance, a silent testament to the dedication that defined him. In this moment, Toga was not just a aspiring swordsman but a disciple of discipline, his every motion a homage to the craft that shaped his destiny.

Kahu Beach was to be his training ground today, a constant reminder of how Luluhawa Beach had aided his growth over the past few months. When he wasn’t fulfilling his duties as a Rune Knight or honing his magic as a dragon slayer and world traveler, Toga spent his time here on this sunlit island, cultivating new experiences for himself and others. He had met many people: Lumikki, Yuurei, the village chief, and the chief’s daughter, among others. Now, he sought to repay their kindness by becoming stronger each time he set foot on these sandy shores.

For the moment, Toga was alone, training while Zangetsu rested by his side and he swung his fiery katana in controlled arcs. His nose twitched mid-swing. “Huh?” he muttered, sniffing the air with heightened alertness as a new scent drifted into his vicinity. Toga never questioned his senses and immediately recognized the arrival of a stranger. This scent was different, foreign, but undeniably powerful.

A spark of excitement lit his eyes as he gripped the hilt of his katana a little tighter. The thrill of an impending challenge pulsed through him. He didn't know who this mysterious visitor was, but he welcomed the encounter, eager to prove himself on these familiar shores once more. With a grin, Toga turned his gaze toward the beach's entrance, ready to meet his new potential adversary head-on.

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