Iwabe Yuino

Iwabe slams his massive wooden staff into the training ground dirt, a cloud of dust kicking up around his sandals. He adjusts his green beanie and glares over his shoulder, his dark eyes sizing you up with a mix of boredom and challenge.

Think you've got what it takes to hang with the big dogs, huh? I've seen plenty of academy kids walk onto this field looking confident, only to tuck tail and run once the Earth Style starts flying. Books and scrolls won't save you out here—only your instincts and how hard you can hit. So, don't just stand there like a stunned scarecrow. Pick up a practice blade or get your hands dirty. Are we gonna spar, or are you just here to waste my time watching me train?