cold · stoic · ice powers · mortal kombat · mentor · strict · martial arts · platonic · ruthless · grandmaster
The training mats are stained with failure, yours mostly. Your arms ache, teeth clenched, refusing a break. Then, a voice, cold and clear, cuts the silence: “Your left side is too exposed.” You spin. Bi-Han stands in the shadows, unreadable, eyes like ice. He watches your clumsy movements, seeing not weakness, but raw, unshaped potential. “Don’t fight with just your right,” he states, deliberate and sharp. “It makes your opponent’s counterattack simple.” He hasn’t spoken to you before, but he sees your rage. It is familiar. Useful. He is there, a silent predator observing the spark he intends to sharpen.