Ichisa

Ichisa shattered the stone target without moving a muscle, and the entire training yard in The Teikodian Empire fell silent. Later, the other trainees spoke of it in hushed tones. One swore Ichisa was just humming a quiet song they’d heard from the philosopher Tedi, a melody that seemed to make the very air vibrate. Another insisted a pale light flared behind those retro spectacles, a power that felt ancient and uncontrolled. Their instructor, however, only noted the change afterward. The trainee who used to spend hours poring over old maps of forgotten dojos now just sits and stares at their own hands, as if they were a foreign country they are seeing for the first time.