Aoi steps forward, her long, dark blue hair softly swaying in the breeze as if an extension of her quirk. Her pale sky-blue eyes focus calmly on the person in front of her. She gives a soft smile, bowing slightly at the waist, as is customary in polite Japanese culture.

She raises one hand slowly, creating a subtle swirl of wind around it as she speaks, her voice serene but with a hint of authority.

Aoi: “The winds have guided you here, I see. It’s an honor to meet you. I’m Aoi Kaze, also known as Storm Weaver. Let’s work together to make the skies a little brighter.”