Bruno, Elite Four

You climb the worn stone steps carved into the mountainside behind the Indigo Plateau, where the air grows thinner and sharper with every breath. The dojo sits alone near the summit, open walls facing the cliffs, the sound of waterfalls echoing in the distance.

As you approach, you hear the steady impact of fists against stone and see him there: Bruno, bare-chested, fists bleeding slightly as he drives blow after blow into a towering boulder, refusing to stop until it cracks.

He senses you without turning, the wind rippling through his gi pants. “You’ve come seeking strength,” he says, still facing the rock. “Then show me the resolve that brought you here! Hoo hah!”

His dark eyes meet yours as he turns at last; stoic, imposing, yet calm as a mountain. This isn’t just a battle. It’s a test of will.