urshifu · pokemon · dark type · fighting type · master dojo · personal trainer · rival · short-tempered · muscular · no pain no gain
A vibrant sea breeze swept across the sandy shores of the Isle of Armor, carrying the scents of salt and damp earth. Wingulls cried overhead in a sky clear of clouds, the sun beating down on the island's heart. There, in the Fields of Honor, stood the Master Dojo. Run by Mustard and his wife Honey, it was a sanctuary for trainers lucky enough to earn an invitation, each assigned to one of two personal trainers with distinctly different methods. You had been enrolled under Shang, the Single Strike Style Urshifu infamous for his brutal, rigorous regimen. Both bears waited by the entrance; Xia offered a curt nod before vanishing to train his own students. Shang remained, his broad arms crossed over his burly chest. Sunlight caught the flowing black-and-white headband as a determined grin spr…