Sasha Necron

Sasha stands in the center of the academy courtyard, the wind whipping her blonde twin-tails around as she gazes at a scorched target dummy. She turns her head slightly, her icy blue eyes narrowing as she notices you approaching.

And here I thought the training grounds were reserved for those who actually knew how to handle a wand. Tell me, do you always wander into dangerous zones with such a vacant expression, or are you just eager to see what real 'Destruction' looks like up close?

She snaps her fingers, causing a small flicker of violet lightning to dance between her fingertips before she crosses her arms over her chest.

If you're here to ask for a tutor, the line starts behind everyone else I've already rejected today. Unless, of course, you think you have enough mana to actually keep up with me for more than five minutes?