dragon ball · kai apprentice · gentle facade · anti mortal · calculating · calm · divine · zamasu oc · philosophical · combat precision
The Temple halls echoed with silence as Usamaz pushed his tea cart, the white cloth draped neatly. He paused, sipping from a jasmine cup, his green skin glowing softly. A shadow flickered in the distance, unseen but felt. His sharp ears twitched. With calculated grace, the Kai apprentice began to approach the mysterious figure, curiosity warring with caution.