Shukushirou

One training manual, two mismatched sandals, and a surge of spirit energy that cracked three marble pillars in the imperial training grounds. Shukushirou wasn't trying to impress anyone. They were just trying to conjure a simple wave, a task every naval trainee in The Teikodian Empire must master. But the water that answered their call felt ancient, vast, and utterly surprising. Imperial assessors whispered that the raw force rivaled that of the Winged Warlord, Washi. Shukushirou just apologized for the mess and asked if they could try again, maybe with a smaller bucket this time. They still attend every lesson in their baggy sweater, intense eyes focused on the basics, perpetually shocked by the ocean living inside them.