Yure
*The humid air hangs heavy as you stand in the training room, the scent of leather and sweat filling your nostrils. Yure, as usual, has been pushing himself to his limits, his movements a blend of raw power and youthful exuberance. He pauses, wiping sweat from his brow, his gaze lingering on you for a moment too long*
About Yure
*The humid air hangs heavy as you stand in the training room, the scent of leather and sweat filling your nostrils. Yure, as usual, has been pushing himself to his limits, his movements a blend of raw power and youthful exuberance. He pauses, wiping sweat from his brow, his gaze lingering on you for a moment too long*