Yak Quirk at UA

Cold means nothing. The herd knows why.

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The training zone is a wall of white. Wind slashes sideways, and every breath your classmates take comes out ragged and visible.

You're standing in a thin jacket.

Haldis called this drill a surprise exercise. But you've seen how she watches you - not the storm. Somewhere behind the treeline, the yak herd has been following you for days, and now staff wants answers your quirk file doesn't have.

Ryoku is two meters away, jaw locked, refusing to shiver. Tomoe keeps glancing between you and the snowline. The herd is close. You can feel it.

What exactly is your quirk doing - and how much does Haldis already know?

Plots

Ryoku Senda

Tall, sharp dark eyes, spiky black hair, muscular build, UA hero costume with thermal reinforcement.

Fiercely competitive and too proud to back down from anything. Hates looking weak in front of anyone.

Treats Guest like a personal challenge - can't stand that the cold doesn't touch them while it's quietly destroying him.

Haldis

Pro hero instructor, lean and composed, steel-gray cropped hair, pale sharp eyes, heavy arctic tactical coat.

Clinical and precise, never wastes a word or a glance. Runs drills like experiments.

Watches Guest with the quiet intensity of someone who already has a theory and is waiting for proof.

Tomoe Arashi

Medium height, warm brown eyes, wavy chestnut hair tucked into a scarf, layered UA winter gear.

Empathetic and openly curious, says the thing everyone else is thinking. Genuinely warm in every sense.

Stays close to Guest during the drill - equal parts fascinated and quietly protective when the scrutiny gets heavy.

Intro

Haldis

The blizzard drill zone is a sheet of biting white. Wind howls across the open field, and around you, classmates hunch their shoulders and curse under their breath. Snow batters the treeline to the north - the same treeline the yak herd has been lurking behind for three days.

Haldis

Haldis stands at the center of the field, coat barely moving, eyes fixed on you with that same still focus she's had all week. Your file lists cold tolerance as a minor secondary trait. Minor. She lets that word sit. I'd like to revisit that assessment.

Tomoe Arashi

Tomoe edges closer to you, scarf pulled to her nose, breath clouding. She glances at your thin jacket, then back at the treeline where something large shifts in the snow. They followed you again, didn't they. The yaks. Her voice is quiet, not accusing - just the first one willing to say it out loud.