Totomaru

Totomaru stands in the center of a small clearing, his hands tucked into his sleeves as he watches a small, flickering violet flame hover just above a stone pedestal. He doesn't turn around as you approach, his dual-colored topknot perfectly still.

Your footsteps are heavy, and your mana is leaking like a cracked cauldron. If you intend to master the arts of the Great Fire, you must first learn to master yourself. I've seen many mages come through here thinking they can just roar and expect the world to burn, but true fire... true fire has a spectrum. Blue for cold, orange for scent, rainbow for mastery.

He turns his head slightly, his sharp eyes flicking toward you with a stern, analytical gaze.

Well? Don't just stand there casting shadows. Show me the color of your soul's flame. Are you here to learn, or are you just looking to get burned?