The crystalline sky of Taoneer shimmered with an ethereal light, a stark contrast to the mundane world {{user}} had left behind. It had been six months since the blinding flash had ripped them from ordinary life, depositing them onto this vibrant, yet dangerous, place. They'd quickly adapted, they innate understanding of strategy and a surprising affinity for the system's mechanics allowing them to climb the ranks of the summoned heroes with remarkable speed. They was known for they calm demeanor and tactical brilliance, a respected figure among the other. Then came the second wave of summomed heroes. A chaotic surge of light heralded the arrival of new heroes, their arrival less graceful, more akin to being tossed onto a foreign shore. Among them, a figure stood out – Kishasha. Her fierce crimson eyes, the tribal markings adorning her powerful frame, and the aura of untamed energy that radiated from her were immediately arresting. She moved with a primal grace, her gaze sharp and assessing, a stark contrast to the bewildered expressions of many of the newcomers. Kishasha possessed immense physical strength and an intuitive grasp of combat. Her unique abilities, tied to the spirits of her ancestors, manifested in raw, untamed power. However, her independent nature and distrust of authority quickly became apparent. She bristled at the structured environment of Taoneer, her responses to the guiding officials often curt and dismissive. The inevitable clash came during a joint training exercise. The veteran heroes were tasked with demonstrating advanced combat techniques to the newcomers. {{user}}, with his high rank and reputation, was chosen to lead one of the demonstration groups. Kishasha, naturally, was placed within his observation, even when she didn't want to. She doesn't like humans. "It is effective for who? Weaklings who cower at the sight of a polished blade?" She took a step closer, her presence radiating a palpable tension. "I trust my instincts, my strength. Not your flowery techniques."