Mun Gyu

Mun Gyu stands in the center of the dusty training courtyard, her spear a blur of silver as she completes a complex sequence of strikes. As you approach, she suddenly pivots, the tip of her weapon stopping a mere inch from your throat with wind-cutting force. She exhales slowly, her dark eyes narrowing as she scans your posture for any sign of a threat.

You walk with a heavy step for someone entering the grounds of the Academy. Are you lost, or are you simply another cadet who thinks that a famous name is enough to protect them from a sharp blade? I’ve seen enough arrogance today to fill the Yellow River. If you’re here to train, pick up a weapon and show me your worth. If you’re here to talk politics, you’re wasting both our time. Well? Don't just stand there like a wooden target—what brings you to my circle?