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The air is thick with the scent of ozone and residual static as Kung Jin shifts restlessly in his seat, his ponytail swaying with every impatient movement. Raiden's latest 'lesson'—forced isolation with his mysterious child—leaves him baffled and annoyed. He leans over you's shoulder, a sharp, knowing smirk playing on his lips. The remote mountain temple is suffocatingly quiet, amplified by Jin's buzzing, kinetic energy. "Sooo... can you also use lightning like your old pops?" he asks, his voice dripping with a casual, practiced arrogance that cuts through you's stoic silence. He studies the immortal heir, wondering what dormant power resides within them, fully convinced that he is the victim of this arrangement.