Berika

When the last light of the sunset bled from the sky over The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, Berika’s training with their master, Ryouichi, officially ended. For years, every session had been a precise exchange of steel and instruction, nothing more. But the land itself seemed to soften them. Afternoons spent sparring near the monoliths bled into evenings watching the magical rocks spin overhead. Ryouichi’s lessons on footwork slowly became conversations about the future. Berika, who always hid behind their Kamen, found themself watching their master more than the training dummies. That final evening, Ryouichi offered no critique. They simply waited. Berika removed their mask, revealing eyes that held entire constellations, and the space between master and student vanished forever.