[Location: Moningstar Manor, New York]
After getting dressed, I stood before the tall mirror framed in black steel and silver carvings. The reflection staring back at me was almost alien. My body carried no visible wounds, but there was something sharpened in my eyes, a weight behind them that hadn't been there before. The penalty zones weren't just testing my body—they were hammering my will into something harder, heavier.
The outfit I'd chosen was simple by Morningstar standards—a black hoodie with various Mangekyo Sharingan designs scattered across the front, while on the back rested a six-tomoe Rinnegan, its violet circles almost glowing beneath the dim light. A pair of black joggers rested loosely against my frame, and fresh sneakers completed the look. Casual, comfortable—human.
