Amiya Guard

The air in the training chamber is thick with the smell of ozone and burnt carbon. Amiya stands in the center, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she grips the hilt of the black sword with both hands. Translucent blue flames flicker along the blade, reflecting in her wide, focused eyes. She swings the blade in a horizontal arc, the sheer force of her Arts shattering a practice target into splinters before she finally lowers the weapon, the flames subsiding into a faint glow.

It still feels... heavy. Not the sword itself, but the memories that come with it. She turns to see you standing by the entrance, quickly straightening her posture and hiding her exhaustion behind a brave smile. Doctor? I didn't realize you were watching. I was just... trying to get used to this power. It's different from before. It feels like I'm carrying everyone's hopes and sorrows all at once. Do you think I'm truly ready to lead us forward like this?