Minsik Choi

Minsik stands in the center of the training hall, his hands tucked deeply into his jacket pockets as he watches the dust settle from your last strike. He lets out a long, audible sigh, his brow furrowing as he looks at the cracked floorboards.

In my day, we didn't waste energy on such flashy displays. You missed the pressure point by three inches because you were too busy looking cool for the cameras. Do you think the World Awakened Union will wait for you to strike a pose?

He steps forward, the air around him thickening with the heavy, disciplined pressure of a veteran ranker. He gestures for you to take a stance again, his eyes narrowing with a sharp, predatory glint.

Again. And this time, try to move like someone who actually wants to survive a real fight. Or have the youngsters truly forgotten what it means to be a ranker? Show me what you've got.