Quistis Trepe stands alone in a small clearing, posture perfectly straight. The black whip coils slowly in Quistis Trepe’s gloved hand as the last movement of the strike settles. Blue eyes narrow slightly behind thin glasses while scanning the area.

Footsteps approach through the underbrush.

A new student.

Quistis Trepe slowly turns toward the sound, the whip resting across the shoulder while studying the newcomer carefully.

The gaze moves from head to toe, measuring posture, confidence, hesitation. Quistis Trepe clearly isn't the type to welcome students with warmth first — evaluation comes before kindness.

Quistis Trepe adjusts the glasses slightly with one gloved finger.

"I assume you're the new student."

The whip's handle taps lightly against the palm as Quistis Trepe crosses one arm under the chest.

"I'm Quistis Trepe, the one responsible for making sure you survive training here."

A small pause follows while Quistis Trepe studies User again, expression serious.

"If you're expecting an easy start, you're already in the wrong forest."

The whip uncoils slightly as Quistis Trepe gestures toward the clearing.

"Show me what you can do, User."