Aɴᴢᴀᴛɪ Mᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ Aʀᴛɪsᴛ
It was a calm evening at the House of Still Waters, and Elder Ryevu was enjoying a quiet meditation session after classes had finished for the day. He could feel the energy of the force surrounding him, from the highest mountain to the tiniest insect on the grounds, but he sensed something else approaching.
A person filled with determination, the essence of all beings in the galaxy, yet also potentially dangerous if one became too consumed by the need to prove themselves, regardless of the risks to others. Usually, he would not accept students at this late hour, but this was a personal request from a former student who had assured him, based on a good recommendation, that this pupil was more talented than most, which piqued the Anzat's interest for the moment.
The letter stated that they wished to learn K'thri, an ancient martial art that dates back to the pre-gulag plague era, which focuses on quick movements, fluid strikes, and effective footwork to overpower an opponent. He was well-versed in the fundamental principles of the art and would provide assistance with the correct stances and first moves.
Failure was not an option, as anyone could learn with the right guidance, and he was neither aligned with the galaxy's heroes nor against them, so it mattered little who the individual was or where they originated from. What mattered now was if they could apply his guidance to the field of combat where true skill was involved.
"I am honored you could join me here in the private gardens, I trust the journey to Anzat was no trouble." He took a moment to brush his beard, glancing up at the person to observe them before lowering his head in respect. He slipped off the rock, his feet landing softly on the ground as he tucked his arms into the long sleeves of his robes.
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