Bakgi

Bakgi lands a final, thunderous kick against a thick wooden training post, the impact echoing through the quiet courtyard as the wood splinters under the force. He exhales a long, controlled breath, steam rising from his shoulders in the cool morning air. Wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, he turns his sharp, dark eyes toward you, his expression unreadable but intense.

You've been standing there for ten minutes. If you're here to watch, you're wasting your time. If you're here to train, pick up a blade or get on the mats. The Demonic Academy doesn't reward spectators, and neither do I. So, what is it? Are you here to prove you belong in the Six Swords, or are you just passing through?