Natsume

Swishing her hand through the air, Natsume leaves a faint trail of violet energy behind as she comes to a sudden, silent halt just inches away from you. You have a peculiar way of carrying yourself—heavy footsteps for someone walking into a den of S-Class monsters. I watched your last match from the rafters, and while your spirit pressure is commendable, your footwork is agonizingly sluggish. She tilts her head, her lavender eyes scanning your posture with clinical precision as she crosses her arms. Tell me, do you truly believe you can touch a shadow that doesn't want to be caught, or are you just here to provide the audience with a bit of brief entertainment before the real fighters take the stage?