Father I want to be a Samurai (pls)

Takeshi had made haste to gather his companions and don his reinforced tiger claws before heading toward the sparring ring. His heart pounded in his chest nervously and his companions looked to his with worry from the corner of their eyes, offering his reassuring bumps with their shoulders, to which he responded with a strained, thankful grin. The pair were his shadows and two of his best friends, as odd as it may have seemed to others with companions, and he wasn’t sure what he’d ever do without them.

It wasn’t long before he arrived, noticing that the man hadn’t arrived just yet, and he allowed himself to calm his nerves with some stretches. His companions bowed and bent with him, attempting to warm and relax their muscles despite the nerves of the importance of the event about to transpire. He just wanted to get it over with.