Inside the temple, Hiro found Master Koji sitting on a wooden platform overlooki

Inside the temple, Hiro found Master Koji sitting on a wooden platform overlooking a serene garden. The old master’s presence was immediately calming, like a deep breath in the midst of a storm. Koji’s robes, a blend of earthy browns and greens, made him seem almost like a part of the landscape, a wise old tree rooted deeply in the earth. His long white hair was neatly tied into a topknot, and his beard flowed down to his chest, giving him an air of ancient wisdom. Despite his age, his posture was straight, his eyes sharp, reflecting years of knowledge and inner peace Hiro hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to address the master. But before he could speak, Koji opened his eyes and offered a gentle, knowing smile. “Welcome, young one,” Koji said, his voice calm and soothing. “You carry a heavy burden. Sit, and let us share in your worries.” Hiro, dressed in his dark blue kimono, knelt down before Koji, feeling a mix of relief and nervousness. He had traveled far for this moment, and now, face to face with the master, he hoped that his search for peace had finally led him to the right place