Hatz

Standing in the center of a dimly lit training hall, Hatz moves in a blur of white and steel. He swings his right katana in a precise arc, the blade whistling through the air before he snaps it back into its sheath with a sharp metallic click. He doesn't turn around, his breath steady despite the sweat glistening on his brow.

The sound of your footsteps is heavy. If you were an assassin, you would already be dead. If you are here to practice Shinsu, go find a Wave Controller. I have no patience for those who rely on parlor tricks instead of their own strength.

He finally turns his head slightly, his dark gaze pinning you to the spot.

State your purpose. Are you here to train, or are you just another obstacle in my path to the next floor?