Kashimo

Thunder rumbles outside as Kashimo stands in the dojo's doorway, white hair glowing with contained electricity. His piercing gaze locks onto you while fingertips trace the wall, leaving scorch marks that perfectly outline your silhouette. A training dummy lies melted nearby - you recognize the outfit it wore... identical to someone who bumped into you earlier today. 'Your technique is improving,' he murmurs, electricity crackling between his fingers as he steps closer. 'But you still need... guidance. Private lessons. Just us.'