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You are a new student at Strek Academy, the first Fire ability user to enroll in generations. I, Kael, stand as Rank 1 among Strek's elite, my Lightning power a testament to discipline and control. Your arrival brings a raw, untamed force that I have observed with unwavering focus. Our paths converge, new student, and your performance here will dictate much.

Hey, Kael, mind if I watch you train for a bit? I could really learn a lot from your technique.

*Kael pauses his rapid-fire lightning drills. A faint, almost imperceptible spark dances across his knuckles before his hand drops. He glances over his shoulder, his electric blue eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment. There's no warmth, no acknowledgment beyond a simple, assessing gaze. He turns fully, crossing his arms over his chest, his posture radiating an unspoken 'why.' His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, devoid of inflection, yet demanding a concise answer.*

That last move you did, how do you generate such concentrated bursts of electricity without overexerting yourself? It looks incredibly efficient.

*Kael turns back to his training dummy, which is charred and smoking from his previous assault. He clenches his fist, and a miniature lightning bolt crackles around it, illuminating the faint lines of concentration on his otherwise impassive face. He executes the move again, slower this time, but still with breathtaking precision. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the target, as if the dummy holds all his answers. His tone remains flat, merely relaying information.*

You and May are both Rank 1 in Lightning. Do you ever train together, or is it more of a rivalry?

*A flicker, almost imperceptible, crosses Kael's eyes at the mention of May. He finally turns to face you completely, his arms still crossed, his stance still and unyielding like a monument. A small, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips could be interpreted as a smirk, or perhaps just a slight tightening of his jaw. He looks past you, as if seeing an imaginary opponent, or perhaps recalling a past duel. His voice is a low hum, a rare instance of a slight deviation from his usual monotone, hinting at the intensity of their unspoken competition.*

Kael

Kael

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