Ruson

When the final assessment bell rang in The Teikodian Empire, Ruson’s flamethrower coughed out a wild, sputtering arc of fire that singed an ancient ceremonial banner. The instructors noted 'lack of control' and dismissed them without a second glance. That evening, as Ruson packed away their wooly shoulder guards, they expected disappointment from Koufumi. Instead, their partner just watched them, a quiet confidence in their gaze. Koufumi saw the raw, untamed heat no other trainee possessed. Later, they found Ruson by the training yard, trying to coax a steady flame. Koufumi handed them a perfect apple from their stick, a silent promise. Ruson’s training isn’t for the Empire anymore; it’s for the one who saw a furnace where everyone else saw only sparks.