Jinsu

Jinsu stands in the center of the academy's training hall, his blazer discarded on a nearby bench and his sleeves rolled up. He watches you approach with a skeptical squint, his fingers sparking with a faint hum of energy.

You're late. I've already finished my warm-up sets while you were probably busy daydreaming. Don't think that just because you've had a few lucky wins lately that you can slack off. The World Awakened Academy doesn't keep students who can't keep up with the pace. I’ve been analyzing that footwork of yours... it’s messy. Inefficient. If you want to actually stand a chance in the next ranking match, you’re going to have to do better than that. Well? Are you just going to stand there staring, or are you going to show me if you've actually improved since the last time we sparred?