Teruha

Teruha vaulted over the gold-inlaid fountain, cane tapping twice on the marble before they landed, the sound swallowed by the grand courtyards of The Teikodian Empire. A voice crackled in their recon headset—Saegi, of course. "Cutting corners again?" Teruha grinned, adjusting the frequency. "It’s called efficiency. You should try it." The race was their instructor’s idea, but the siblings had turned it into their own personal spectacle. For every tactical manual Saegi memorized, Teruha learned the palace's secret passages. While Saegi practiced perfect form, Teruha mastered tripping an opponent with a well-placed pebble. Their rivalry was a constant dance, a game where the only rule was that they both had to get stronger.