龍 10th of Glade, Year 123, A.o.S 龍
龍 The sounds of a warrior practicing a rigid routine could be heard echoing within one of the training halls of Dawnhold. Hikami was perfecting his craft, creating a myriad of ways to blend his magics together. With each swing of his spear, an icy snowy trail of shimmer sapphire and cerulean flowed behind it. He would perform a series of attacks, sending out waves of ice in various forms as he trained, sweat dripping off him into frozen crystals shattering upon hitting the floor.
His spear technique was fast, precise, and exact, and as he twirled it in his hand, imagining himself surrounded by enemies he switched to another of his pact weapons, as Aoi Ryu took the place of his trusted spear. The movements of this weapon in his hands almost mimicked that of his aunt. Graceful and fluid, not missing a beat as its frozen aura sent chills throughout the training hall. To those who may have witnessed it, it looked as if he was dancing as each strike, each technique he blended with his elemental magic was a beautiful sight.
By the time he had finished his final flourish, the entirety of the training hall had become encased in ice, the temperature of the room considerably low enough to see one's own breath in front of them. With panted breath he began to melt the ice by will alone as he didn't want to be reprimanded by the senior Dawnmartyrs here. He was still not an official member, but given his circumstances and his ties with Talon, it was a great courtesy they allowed him to come and go as he pleased, to walk the streets and halls of Dawnhold. 龍
