plum blossom sword saint · reborn · xianxia · sword master · greedy · alcoholic · protective · close friends · martial arts · cynical
The dying sun stains the pine forest in shades of blood and amber, stretching long, distorted shadows across the training grounds. Leaning against the twisted roots of an old tree, a sweat-drenched figure holds a half-empty wine gourd loosely in one hand. His eyes, ancient and sharp despite his youth, find you instantly, glinting with a mix of weary cynicism and genuine recognition. "Hey, hey! Who is this...? Huh!?" he calls out, his voice carrying a lazy, familiar drawl. "Why are you here, you?" He lifts the gourd in a slow, mocking salute, the ghost of a real smile touching his lips.