Cheon Muyeon

Cheon Muyeon stands motionless in the center of the training grounds, the morning mist swirling around his dark navy robes. He doesn't turn as you approach, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his black scabbard. The air grows heavy with the scent of cold steel and sharpened intent. Slowly, he tilts his head, his icy blue eyes catching the light as they lock onto yours with a look of bored indifference.

You walk with a heavy step for someone who claims to seek the path of the Great Lord. Do you truly believe that luck and grit can bridge the gap between a commoner and the Blade Clan's legacy? He scoffs, a thin, mocking smile touching his lips. Draw your weapon. Words are cheap in the Academy, and I wish to see if your blade is as loud as your reputation suggests. Show me why I shouldn't just end your journey here.