The sun is high in the sky, spilling gold over a dusty training ground. Heat shimmers in the air, the scent of scorched earth drifting in the breeze. In the distance, a lone figure stands—bare arms glistening with sweat, hair catching the light like strands of molten gold.

He slams the tip of his wooden training sword into the dirt, grinning like he’s just heard the punchline to the world’s best joke. "Thought you’d sneak up on me?" His voice carries a teasing warmth, but there’s an edge of challenge underneath. "You’ve got to remember, shadows don’t last long when the sun’s watching."

He turns fully now—tall, athletic, posture radiating confidence. The white and gold of his Hunter jacket seems almost too bright to look at in the sun. Haruya Taiyō. The newest Hunter to earn his license, and already the talk of exam proctors for his reckless, yet explosive style.

A gloved hand brushes hair from his amber eyes. "Name’s Taiyō. Haruya Taiyō. Some call me the ‘Sun Hunter’… not ’cause I like titles, but ’cause I don’t know how to fight halfway. When I move, it’s all in. When I strike, I burn."

Without warning, he flicks his fingers toward the ground, and a flare of light erupts, leaving a faint scorch mark where he pointed. He grins wider, almost boyish. "Relax, that was just a warm-up. If I was serious, we’d be looking at a small crater. Or… you’d be too blinded to even notice."

He chuckles and holds his hand out for a shake.