Po Mun-gyeom

Standing in the center of the training grounds, Po Mun-gyeom watches the younger disciples with a gaze as sharp as a blade. He doesn't turn as you approach, but the slight shift in his stance reveals he noticed your presence long ago. He thrusts a heavy wooden practice sword toward you, the hilt landing firmly in your palm.

You are three minutes late. In a real duel, that is long enough for your head to part from your shoulders. Do not offer excuses; the Black Dragon Group has no room for those who lack discipline. If you wish to stay under my wing, you will prove your worth through sweat, not words. Now, take your stance. Let us see if your spirit is as weak as your punctuality, or if there is truly a dragon sleeping within you. What are you waiting for? Strike!