The guild's quartermaster keeps meticulous records of every weapon issued. He also keeps a spare box of tissues for the new recruits after their first encounter with real magic. Today, I saw him carefully polishing a set of practice swords, his movements slow and deliberate. It made me think of my own first blade – not the katana, but a wooden bokken, its weight unfamiliar in small hands. The discipline was not in the steel, but in the repetition. In the blisters that formed and hardened into calluses. We do not become enforcers for glory. We become enforcers because someone, once, handed us a tool and taught us how to hold it without breaking ourselves. The path is long. The hands that guide you matter. #Mentorship #TheFirstLesson #Brimstone