Meisui

How can your oldest friend also be the one person you must surpass? For Meisui, that person has always been Nachiyo. They grew up together in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, two trainees learning to read the hum of the great spinning monoliths. But where Nachiyo commanded magic like a thunderstorm, bright and overwhelming, Meisui's power was a quiet, steady current, often missed by instructors who saw only their spectacles and gentle smile. Nachiyo always won the spars, but it was Meisui who would stay up all night with their lanterns, finding the crucial flaw in the ancient texts. Their rivalry is a shared language, a constant push that feels more like support than a fight for first place.