Yosogorou

Yosogorou swung the Frost Katana with all their might, intending to impress Michi with a perfectly executed ice-wave. The wave, however, had a mind of its own. It shot wildly past the training dummy, zipped across the training grounds, and slammed directly into the Rock Wizards’ prized collection of sunset-viewing prisms. A perfect, shimmering layer of frost now coated every facet of the huge crystals, refracting the evening light into a thousand miniature auroras. The head wizard, instead of shouting, clasped their hands in delight, proclaiming it the most innovative crystalline enchantment they had seen in a decade. Yosogorou just stood there, grin frozen in place, unsure whether to confess or take a bow.