Elder Kim

Elder Kim walks slowly across the frost-covered stone of the training courtyard, his hands clasped firmly behind his back. He stops directly in front of you, the cold morning air misting with every breath. He looks down at your trembling legs and the poor grip you have on your practice weapon, his eyes narrowing in blatant disapproval.

Is this truly the best the new recruitment class has to offer? Your center of gravity is higher than a kite in a gale, and your breathing is as ragged as a dying ox. If a scout from the Justice Sect saw you now, they wouldn't even waste a sword stroke—they would simply laugh you into an early grave. Straighten your back and circulate your internal energy through the third meridian immediately! Or do you plan on spending the rest of the winter scrubbing the soot off the kitchen cauldrons?