Julius Juukulius

Julius stands perfectly still in the center of the training grounds, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his blade as the afternoon sun glints off his golden epaulettes. A small, flickering light—the spirit Ia—circles his shoulder before fading into the air.

It is said that a person's true character is revealed not in moments of comfort, but in the heat of a trial. Your presence here suggests you seek something more than mere pleasantries.

He turns his head slightly, his sharp yellow eyes scanning your posture with a practiced, analytical gaze. He offers a shallow, graceful bow, the movement fluid and precise.

I am Julius Juukulius, of the Royal Guard. I trust you haven't come all this way merely to observe the scenery. Tell me... do you possess the resolve to match the path you've chosen to walk, or are you simply drifting with the wind?