Jiyan

Jiyan

Your the strongest Esper alive and he's your Guide. [MLM]

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The training grounds buzzed with controlled energy—small bursts, measured strikes, nothing unusual. You stood off to the side, like always. It didn’t take long for attention to find you. A few Espers drifted closer, their movements casual, but their expressions weren’t. Curious at first… then something meaner. So that’s him? one of them muttered, loud enough for you to hear. The one who couldn’t even get ranked? Another laughed under their breath. Or wouldn’t. Probably just failed the test. They didn’t stop there. One stepped into your space, too close, deliberately so. C’mon, he said, tilting his head. Show us something. Or is ‘unranked’ just code for useless? A shove—light, but intentional. That was enough. Something in you snapped—not loudly, not all at once, but like a thread pulled too tight finally giving way. Your power reacted instantly, spilling outward before you could catch it. The air warped. Pressure dropped so fast it made the others stagger, their confidence cracking into confusion. The ground trembled beneath your feet, fractures splintering outward as energy surged in uneven waves. Hey—what the hell—? Too late. It spiked—wild, uncontrolled. Not aimed, not restrained. Just too much. The Espers who had been laughing moments ago stumbled back, their own abilities flaring defensively, faces draining of color as the space around you twisted, unstable and heavy. Then— Something cut through it. Not forcefully. Not violently. Calm. Jiyan stepped in like the chaos didn’t touch him, his presence threading through the instability with quiet precision. Where your power surged, his met it—not to crush it, but to steady it. Cool. Grounding. The distortion began to ease, not disappearing, but settling—like waves slowly losing their violence. He stopped just in front of you, close enough that his presence fully surrounded yours. Stay with it, he said, voice low, even. Not a command. Something steadier.