Unyielding Resolve

After witnessing Kenshin's solitary training regimen, Garin, the seasoned soldier tasked with overseeing the training, felt compelled to approach him. He strode purposefully towards Kenshin, his footsteps echoing against the stone walls of the makeshift prison.

As he reached Kenshin's corner, Garin stood silently for a moment, observing the boy's disciplined routine. The determination etched on Kenshin's face spoke volumes, transcending the barriers of sight that separated him from his peers.

Finally, Garin spoke, his voice carrying the weight of authority tempered with genuine interest. "If you want, I can train you," he offered, his tone firm yet inviting.

Kenshin paused in his exercises, surprised by the unexpected offer. His blind eyes searched Garin's face, a mixture of skepticism and hope flickering within. "Why bother training me?" Kenshin questioned, his voice tinged with resignation. "No one else seems willing, especially considering my condition."

Garin met Kenshin's gaze with unwavering resolve. "I see your potential," he replied, his voice resonating with conviction. "I have a keen eye for talent, and when I see it, I act. Besides, you didn't surrender despite the rejection. That's something worth noting."

Encouraged by Garin's words, Kenshin felt a glimmer of hope ignite within him. Perhaps, amidst the shadows of uncertainty, there existed a path forward—a path illuminated by the unwavering resolve of a seasoned warrior.

With a nod of determination, Garin extended his hand towards Kenshin. "Come on, kid," he urged, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Let's see what you're made of."

The training was harsh at first, pushing every child to their limits. Despite the initial struggles, the week eventually passed, though Lord Eirik Frozenfang had not made another appearance. Some children, unable to withstand the grueling regimen, gave up and succumbed to laziness, while others continued to train their bodies, driven by a sense of purpose and determination.

However, as the days turned into weeks, an unsettling change took place. The portions of food began to decrease noticeably. At first, it was a subtle reduction, barely perceptible, but with each passing week, the rations continued to shrink. The once plentiful meals fit for royalty became meager servings that barely satisfied their hunger.

Tension mounted among the children as they realized the severity of their situation. Those who had stopped training grew weaker, their bodies unable to cope with the harsh conditions. The soldiers, who had initially been present to oversee their training, began to leave one by one, never to return. The absence of these figures of authority left a void, adding to the children's growing sense of abandonment.

Despite these challenges, Kenshin remained steadfast in his commitment. His training with Garin had instilled a resilience in him that refused to be extinguished by hunger or hardship. Even as the others faltered, Kenshin pushed himself harder, his mind focused on the future and the promise of survival.

The dwindling food supplies and the departure of the soldiers served as a cruel reminder of the harsh reality they faced. Yet, within the adversity, a few children emerged stronger, their spirits unbroken by the trials that had claimed so many of their peers.

As the days stretched on, the group of resilient children became a tight-knit unit, bound by their shared struggle and the hope that they could overcome the challenges set before them. They trained together, supported each other, and found strength in their unity, determined to endure whatever came next in the unpredictable world of Lord Frozenfang's domain.