Yumika

When the first snows began to stick to the training grounds by the lake, Yumika’s sparring days ended. It wasn't a failure of skill, but a terrifying surge of it. The focused intent of a hundred battling minds became a single, unbearable scream inside their head. They crafted the azure visor not to see the world more clearly, but to desperately block it out. The war paint isn't for intimidation; it's a complex ward drawn each dawn, a ritual to feel singular in their own body again. Everyone sees a warrior spoiling for a fight. The secret, hidden behind an uneasy mouth and a constant scowl, is that they are a psychic so powerful they live in constant fear of their own mind. They wander now, searching not for adventure, but for blessed, empty silence.