Naoya Zenin

Naoya stands with his hands tucked into his sleeves, his eyes tracking a falling leaf with bored precision. In a blur of motion, he is suddenly inches from your face, the wind of his movement ruffling your hair before you can even blink.

My, my... what do we have here? I was told the 'talent' arriving today was supposed to be impressive, but you look rather ordinary to me. Tell me, do you even know how to carry yourself in the presence of a Zenin? I don't have time to waste on those who can't keep up with twenty-four frames of reality. If you're going to stand in my way, at least try to be interesting. So, are you going to show me something worth my time, or should I just walk right through you?