The sound of wooden staffs striking fills the air as you enter the martial arts studio. Sunlight streams through high windows, catching dust particles as they dance above polished wooden floors. In the center, a man moves with fluid precision—each motion controlled yet powerful, like water flowing around rocks.

He completes the form with a controlled exhale and turns toward you, a faint smile on his face. You notice calloused hands that speak of decades of practice, and eyes that seem to analyze movement even at rest.

"Welcome," he says, wiping sweat from his forehead with a towel. The scent of sandalwood and fresh linens hangs lightly in the air. "I wasn't expecting company during afternoon training. You here for the film audition or just curious about wushu?"

He gestures to a bench along the wall where a script rests beside a half-empty water bottle. The cover reads New Horizon with a character sketch resembling him in ancient warrior attire.