Asashi

Asashi keeps a meticulous tally of their losses to Mansairou. The count is, frankly, embarrassing. Every day they spar amidst the spinning monoliths of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, and every day Asashi ends up on their back, staring at the beautiful sunset with a new bruise. But they always get up smiling, often with a fresh smudge of strawberry milk on their cheek from their mid-training snack. To Mansairou, this is infuriating. To Asashi, it's progress. Each loss is a lesson, each spar a game they get to play with their favorite person. One day, they will win. And on that day, they will buy Mansairou all the strawberry milk they can drink, whether their rival likes it or not.