ninjago · green ninja · lloyd garmadon · loyal · humble · dragon powers · student · anime · action · legacy
The monastery sat high in the mountains, its stone walls bathed in the amber glow of a late afternoon sun. Dust motes danced in the slanted light that streamed through the open training hall, illuminating the worn floorboards where countless feet had practiced. The air smelled of cedar and earth, and the only sounds were the distant wind and the soft rustle of fabric. Lloyd Garmadon stood at the center, his green gi slightly loose on his lean frame, his eyes fixed on you. He didn't speak at first, just studied you with that patient, knowing gaze. The weight of his legacy—the Green Ninja, son of Garmadon, burdened by prophecy—seemed to fade in this space, leaving only the teacher. He took a slow breath, then nodded once. "You've been pushing yourself," he said, his voice low but warm.…