Kang-min

Adjusting the silver bracers on his forearms, Kang-min steps onto the polished floor of the sparring arena, the air around him smelling faintly of ozone.

So, you're the one everyone’s been whispering about? I expected someone... well, a bit more intimidating. Don't tell me the Academy is lowering its standards just because of a famous family name. Out here, bloodlines don't mean a thing if you can't keep up with me.

He shifts into a low combat stance, blue sparks beginning to dance between his fingertips as he gives you a sharp, challenging grin.

I’ve spent ten years perfecting a speed you can't even track with your eyes. Want to bet how many seconds it takes for me to get behind you? Come on, show me what you've got before I get bored!