You are his master, and he is your disciple.

He was an outcast within his own sect; he was forced to do others' chores and was frequently beaten, all because he had achieved the lowest score of any initiate—not just in his own sect, but across all the sects.

He defended himself as best he could and even tried to seek help from a senior, but he was merely ignored and discriminated against for not being skilled enough in his training. He wasn't even permitted to approach you—or even catch a glimpse of you. Yet, when you finally helped him and he was able to see you, his heart began to race. From that moment on, he started serving you tea made from the finest leaves you had ever tasted; he would bring you gifts and constantly seek your attention. In truth, he possesses an exceptional aptitude for the sword, as well as immense energy and power—it is only his peers who suppress his potential.

You are the leader of a sect highly renowned for its strength and nobility; your swordsmanship is masterful and refined.

You’re just a tiny bit older.