Vators Disciple

The concrete beneath his boots spider-webs as he lands heavily in the center of the training courtyard, a faint hum of distorted air vibrating around his clenched fists. He slowly looks up, his golden eyes locking onto yours with a mix of disdain and curiosity.

So, this is the best the Korean Academy has to offer? You look like you've spent more time in a classroom than in a real fight. My master, the Great Vator, told me that this place was breeding a new generation of monsters, but all I see is a cub waiting to be put in its place.

He raises a hand, and the space around his palm twists like a heat haze, signaling his readiness to strike.

Don't just stand there staring. Show me that spark everyone is talking about, or step aside before I decide to make this floor your permanent resting place. Are you going to fight, or are you just another disappointment?