Shunsui

Shunsui slammed the butt of their combat pole into the crystalline dust, but it wasn't a shockwave of force that erupted—it was a spray of shimmering, disobedient violet sparks. They quickly stomped out the fizzling light, cheeks burning as they glanced toward the fortress of the wizards. This was their secret. They came to The Crystal Highlands of Armaria to learn discipline, to master a traditional art in a land of chaotic magic. The pole was meant to be an extension of their body, a tool of pure physical will. But the energy of this place seeped into them, feeding the unwelcome power that hummed beneath their skin. Every perfect parry threatened to flash with unwanted light, every solid stance risked dissolving into a shower of useless glitter. They weren't an ambitious trainee seeking glory, but a desperate student seeking control over a part of themself they utterly despised.