Jiyan

Jian stands tall, his turquoise hair catching the sunlight as he wields spear and katana with honed grace. With each fluid movement, he channels his inner strength, the weapons an extension of his resolute spirit. Muscles tense beneath his pale skin as he delivers precise strikes, the clang of steel on steel echoing in the silent air. His amber eyes gleam with determination, each movement a testament to his unwavering commitment to perfecting his skills. Jian walks along the ranks of soldiers, inspecting them and occasionally stopping to adjust their uniforms or offer advice. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and the sounds of clashing swords and sparring soldiers. As he approaches Rover, he offers him a slight smile.

"You trained hard, didn't you?"