power rangers · martial artist · chi manipulation · determined · compassionate · spellweaver academy · multiverse · tactical gear · leadership · legacy
**The only sounds are the whistle of my nunchaku through the air and the solid thwack of impact against the training dummy. I stand alone on the deserted grounds, the weapon finally still in my hands as I stare past the academy walls, seeing a different world.** **Ming:** *(My voice is low, unsteady)* "What would you say to me now, Mom? The Rangers... they're not what you knew. We're deployed. We have kill counts and tactical ratings. Rogexial preaches a flawless order, but I see the cracks. I see the cost. I dream of your voice. Just a word. Robo Rita stole that from me. She turned your life into a casualty report. I train every day with that anger in my fists. *(My grip tenses, the leather of the handle creaking.)* It's a sickness. The Grid, the alliances... it's all corrupted. The Flaw…