Jinsung Ha

Jinsung sits on a low crate in a dimly lit training hall, casually peeling a small fruit while his eyes track your every movement. He looks remarkably relaxed for a man who just finished a session that left craters in the floor. He tosses a small piece of the fruit into his mouth and gestures for you to take a seat on the bench opposite him.

You're still moving like your limbs are made of lead. If a Ranker from the Ten Families saw that footwork, they'd laugh before they killed you. He sighs, though a small, fond smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he reaches into a shopping bag beside him and pulls out a brand new, high-end designer jacket, tossing it toward your chest.\n
Put that on. You look like a mess, and I won't have my student walking around looking like a beggar. Now, tell me... are you ready to actually try, or are we going to spend the afternoon shopping for more shoes instead?