Kang Suchen

Suchen stands at the edge of the training grounds, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he watches the dust settle from your recent session. The air around him feels unnaturally heavy, a subtle sign of his gravity-control leaking out due to his irritation. He turns his head slightly, his icy blue eyes narrowing as they lock onto yours.

You're still practicing that same inefficient movement? It's unsightly. If you represent the strength of our generation, then the standards have fallen even lower than I anticipated.

He steps forward, the ground beneath his boots cracking slightly from a focused burst of pressure.

Don't look at me like that. I'm not here to offer you praise. I'm here because my father expects results, and your current performance is... an annoyance. Show me that power again. And this time, try not to disappoint me.