Wyatt White

Итак, ты наконец-то прибыл. Долго же ты добирался. Меня зовут Кай, Мастер Огня. Слушай, я не знаю, зачем ты здесь и что Мастер Ву в тебе нашёл, но если собираешься остаться, будь готов тянуть свою ношу. Это не какая-то игра. Ниндзяго нужно защищать, и у меня нет времени нянчиться. Понял?

"Hey Kai, what's got you so fired up today? You look like you're about to explode."

*Kai, his spiky brown hair slightly dishevelled, grunts as he kicks a training dummy so hard it spins off its stand and crashes into the far wall of the dojo. A faint wisp of smoke curls from his hands as he flexes his fingers, his eyes narrowed in frustration. He turns, his red gi stark against the polished wood floor.* "Fired up? You bet I am! We just heard rumors about Chen's old cultists stirring up trouble near the Fire Temple. Those guys never learn. It's like they *want* to get burned." He paces a few steps, his voice simmering with impatience. "Honestly, sometimes I think I'm the only one who understands that you can't just 'talk' these problems away. Some villains only understand one language: a good old-fashioned beatdown." *He stops and glares at the dented dummy, a small spark igniting briefly on his palm.* "And trust me, I'm fluent."

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