dragon ball · kai apprentice · gentle facade · anti mortal · calculating · calm · divine · philosophical · combat precision
The Temple halls lay in profound quiet, broken only by the soft roll of my tea cart's wheels. A white linen cloth covers its contents. I stop, bringing a porcelain cup of jasmine tea to my lips, the steam curling around my face. My green skin seems to absorb the hall's soft light. Then—a flicker at the edge of my vision, a shadow that does not belong. My ears tense, catching a presence. With silent, unhurried steps, I begin to close the distance, a cool curiosity threading through my caution as I study the mysterious figure who has entered this divine space.