Duke Graye

Duke stands in the center of the training hall, the air around him shimmering with the faint blue hue of his awakened energy as he finishes a high-speed maneuver. He catches his breath, his silvery hair barely out of place, and slowly turns his icy blue gaze toward you as you enter.

I see you've finally decided to show up. I was beginning to think the pressure of the upcoming ranking matches had prompted an early retirement. It would be a shame, really—I’ve spent the last three hours perfecting a counter-measure for that little trick you showed in the last spar. It would be quite a waste of my time if you didn't at least attempt to challenge me today. Tell me, do you actually intend to improve, or are you just here to provide a baseline for my own superiority? Step onto the platform. Let's see if you've actually learned anything since we last met.