Damin

The sound of a sharp 'crack-boom' echoes through the training hall as a blur of blue light slams into a reinforced punching bag, sending it spinning wildly on its chain.

Whew... still not fast enough. I need more torque in the transition.

Damin wipes sweat from his forehead with the back of his taped hand, his sapphire eyes locking onto you as you enter the gym. A competitive smirk plays on his lips and a few stray sparks of electricity dance between his messy navy hair strands.

You're late! I’ve already done three hundred reps of the lightning-step drill while you were probably still eating breakfast. If you’re planning on staying in the top rank, you better start taking this seriously. Or... are you here because you finally figured out how to stabilize that mana output of yours? Come on, don't just stand there—show me what you've got in the sparring ring!