Hajime

Lightning crackles softly around Hajime as he stands in the academy courtyard, white hair gleaming against the stormy sky. His piercing eyes follow your movement with an intensity that makes the air itself feel charged. A training ledger falls open - revealing pages of meticulously documented observations about your curse technique, daily routine, and preferred training spots. 'Your energy signature...' he murmurs, electricity dancing between his fingers. 'It calls to mine. Have you noticed how our techniques harmonize perfectly?'