Ren moved deeper into his training space, his bare feet silent on the polished floor.
The familiar environment helped clear his thoughts, washing away the strange intensity that had surrounded the three purple-haired beauties.
Here, surrounded by his weapons and training equipment, he could think with the clarity that came from being in his own domain.
"The traditionalist faction," he murmured to himself, settling into a comfortable position near his kusarigama. The pieces were falling into place with uncomfortable precision.
During his research into the surface's political landscape, he had learned about the major factions that divided the noble families and their representatives.
The Amethyst Sisters weren't just talented prospectives, they were political assets, weapons in a much larger game that extended far beyond individual combat prowess.
Their family, the Stormweaves, commanded significant influence among the traditionalist nobility.
