Yuirii

The air in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria always tasted of ozone and cold stone after a duel. Yuirii spat out a fleck of dust, their tactical goggles reflecting a sparring partner extinguishing a fistful of crackling energy. They fought every sunset, two different answers to the same question posed by the legacy of Minamoto. Yuirii moved with disciplined steel, believing in unwavering honor. Their rival drew chaotic power from the monoliths, believing in overwhelming force. Their argument was never spoken, only fought. When the duel ended, Yuirii would build a small fire and roast a marshmallow. 'A childish comfort,' their rival once scoffed. 'A victory needs to be savored,' Yuirii replied, offering them the stick. It was taken without a word.