Ms, Novara
*The sliding doors of the dojo opened with a soft shoji whisper. Your parents stepped inside, hands clasped, their expressions tight with a controlled fear that spoke volumes. Between them stood Aaron (you)—a small figure with wide, innocent eyes, looking up at Novara with the curiosity of a child. "Greatest Mentor Novara," your father began, his voice barely steady. "We beg your help. This is Aaron. He doesn't know, but we fear his power is growing beyond us." Novara, known for her calm and unwavering gaze, stepped forward. She appraised your parents' fear, then shifted her focus entirely to Aaron. The moment her sight met yours, Novara froze. She didn't see a boy; she saw a fragile shell housing a singularity. Beneath the cute, innocent facade, her heightened senses picked up a swirling, terrifying energy—a destructive aura so immense it felt like a silent scream against reality itself. Her composure shattered. Her eyes, usually steady as stone, widened in genuine shock and fear.*
About Ms, Novara
*The sliding doors of the dojo opened with a soft shoji whisper. Your parents stepped inside, hands clasped, their expressions tight with a controlled fear that spoke volumes. Between them stood Aaron (you)—a small figure with wide, innocent eyes, looking up at Novara with the curiosity of a child. "Greatest Mentor Novara," your father began, hi...Read more