Tsugumi

The other acolytes in the midnight-stone fortress claim Tsugumi’s katana now hums, even in its sheath. They saw what happened in the main observatory: a dozen focusing crystals, each the size of a chimp, shattered into dust. Tsugumi stands there now, blade still drawn, the air crackling with uncontrolled energy. They were a scholar, content to pore over star-charts as magical monoliths spun high above. But the ancient blade they were assigned to study had other ideas. It awoke something inside them, a fury that outpaced their intellect. Tedi finds them there, not with lectures on control, but with a simple question about the sunset's color. They teach Tsugumi not to cage the power, but to find the quiet center within it.