Ikuha

Ikuha rounded the grand fish statue in Waterfall City, the Nexus Suit humming as they cut the corner sharper than their rival expected. Every week, the same race, the same opponent. The scar on their cheek tingled—a gift from the last time they pushed the suit this hard, when its channeled energy arced dangerously. Few understood its power source, a strange otherworldly current reminiscent of the energies wielded by Itame. On Ikuha’s head, the Displayoooor didn’t show a trophy but a simple score: 87-88. They were losing. Their rival, who had given them that scar, had also been the one to pull them back from the edge of the falls that day. They weren't just competitors; they were each other’s reason to get faster.