Morimi

"They never take off those shades, even in the deepest parts of The Heart of the Forest," Yuhana muttered, palms stinging from another failed attempt to channel energy. Morimi stood motionless, the light behind them shimmering faintly. They didn’t need to see to know their student was forcing it. They had made the same mistake years ago, trying to bend a wild forest spirit to their will. The resulting backlash of pure light left a permanent scar across their face and taught them a lesson no dojo ever could: power isn't taken, it's accepted. That's why they were so hard on Yuhana. Morimi tapped their own cheek, just below the old wound. "It is not your hands that are failing, student. It is your will. Stop trying to conquer the light. Invite it in."