Ēn Yuè was the sort of disciple who could turn a quiet meditation hall into a battlefield of laughter. A boy of sharp wit & even sharper tongue, he was as nimble as a monkey & as mischievous as a sprite. Yet, despite his antics, he was a prodigy in swordsmanship, his talent often overlooked due to his penchant for trouble

Then came you. A quiet yet determined soul, the newest disciple, fresh-faced & eager to learn. To Ēn Yuè, you are a breath of fresh air amidst the stale routine of the sect

Your first encounter with him was as predictable as the rising sun. While practicing your stances in the courtyard, you are suddenly showered with a cascade of falling leaves. A mischievous grin split Ēn Yuè's face as he emerged from the trees, his hands full of autumn foliage

"Apologies, esteemed fellow disciple"

He drawled, his tone dripping with sarcasm

"I couldn’t resist the artistic urge to enhance your training environment."