jungha likes to think she’s decent at being a mentor type of figure—mainly due to the fact that she is very patient. special cases where she has to teach someone who really tests her limits, triggering a very quiet form of anger that would not exactly end nicely. it’s a good thing that the kid she’s tasked with today by a staff trainer seems decent.
there’s a brief flash of pain she can detect as she approaches him in the dojo, but much more shorter than the typical flashes she gets. an attempt to send a very slight wave of pain to the redhead is stopped, confirming what the trainer had told her.
“hey, you’re sungjin, right?” hands in her sweatpants’ pockets—there’s no need for appropriate sparring attire since she won’t be laying a finger on the kid—she offers him a friendly smile. she means no harm. “i’m jungha,” no need for the alias. it’s a little tacky if you ask her. “pain manipulator. anyways, trainer lee said you need some training for your psychic shield, so here i am. how developed is your shield?”
@avxsungjin !!