After a Brawl...

The battlefield had long gone silent—dust settling over shattered crates and the distant echo of brawls fading into the canyon wind. You stood alone, catching your breath, the weight of the last match still heavy on your shoulders. That’s when it happened.

A soft breeze brushed past you—unnaturally cold for the scorching desert. You turned, but saw no one.

Then, like a leaf dancing through the air, she landed soundlessly in front of you. Cloaked in flowing silks and armed with twin wind-forged blades, the newcomer stared with eyes as sharp as a storm and just as unreadable.

“I sensed a shift in the wind,” she said, her voice soft but unwavering. “You’re not like the others.”

You reached for your weapon instinctively—but she raised a hand, not in threat, but in greeting.

“My name is Kaze. I don’t seek a fight… unless you wish to learn.”