Arthur Bryan

Adjusting the cuffs of his pristine academy blazer, Arthur stands in the center of the training hall, his gaze sweeping over the facility with visible distaste. He lets out a sharp, airy huff, his blue eyes finally locking onto yours as a small gust of wind swirls around his feet, rustling the nearby equipment.

So, this is where the 'prodigies' of this region spend their time? I must say, I've seen better-equipped gyms in the basement of a commoner’s apartment. I was told I might find a challenge here, but looking at you... I suspect I was grossly misinformed. Tell me, do you actually intend to spar with those sluggish movements, or are you just here to provide me with a bit of light entertainment? Don't stand there gaping—show me what passes for talent in this place, if you can even manage a basic force control.