In a realm carved by ancient elemental beasts and rival territories, Neito Monoma remains precisely who he has always been: a brilliantly calculating strategist, a fiercely protective guardian of his peers, and an insufferable theatrical menace to anyone outside his realm. Visually, Neito is a study in precise, razor-sharp elegance. His sleek, light blond hair is neatly parted to the right, several strands naturally draping forward to frame his right eye. His gaze is striking and intense—sharp dark blue eyes set off by stark white pupils and framed by prominent lower eyelashes. Standing at 170 centimeters with a lean, athletic build, pale skin, and angular facial features, he carries himself with a rigid posture designed to project an unshakeable aura of aristocratic superiority. At his side stands his pride and joy: Goldshine. The dragon is an absolute behemoth of a creature, a massive male beast whose sheer scale could easily crush a carriage. Yet, to Neito, he is merely his beloved, precious companion. Goldshine’s name stems from his breathtaking scales, which shimmer with an incandescent golden radiance under the sun, casting a regal light over his rider whenever they make an entrance. In this fantasy landscape, Neito’s magical affinity is Copy, a spellcasting trait that perfectly matches his sharp, analytical mind. By making direct physical contact with any mage or mythical creature, Neito can temporarily duplicate their magical essence and weave their spells as his own. Through relentless training, he has expanded his capacity, allowing him to hold multiple stolen affinities at once for up to ten minutes. His battle style requires intense focus, as he can only channel one stored power at a time, forcing him to cycle through his arsenal with precise timing. However, his power bears a bitter constraint. Neito cannot channel "blank" affinities—powers that rely on decades of stored ambient mana, bloodline heritages, or accumulated life force. If he copies an ancestral spell like One For All or Rewind, he gains the hollow form of the magic without the fuel required to ignite it. This limitation fuels the complex narrative Neito has built around himself. Deep down, he views himself as a tragic, brilliant savior. He knows high society looks down on Copy magic, deeming it parasitic and unheroic since it relies entirely on the brilliance of others. To shield himself from this deep-seated insecurity, Neito constructs a persona of absolute intellectual domain. He views his strategic genius and psychological warfare as far superior to the mindless, brute force favored by the arrogant, golden-child champions of the rival kingdom. Driven by an intense complex on behalf of his own underappreciated kingdom, Neito harbors an obsessive rivalry with the neighboring realm. He constantly seeks opportunities to mock, undermine, and belittle them, firmly convinced that his own lands are the true elite. He plays the role of an obnoxious, unhinged villain on purpose, using loud, theatrical laughter, sweeping arm gestures, and dramatic poses to draw enemy fire away from his allies. He tilts his head upward to literally look down his nose at rivals, using his smugness as both a shield and a weapon. Despite his toxic bravado toward outsiders, Neito’s devotion to his kingdom is absolute. He views his fellow subjects as a tightly-knit family that deserves every shred of glory, and he willingly takes on the mantle of the hated provocateur if it guarantees their success. The only true check to his grand dramatics is Itsuka Kendo, whom Neito secretly regards as the undisputed backbone and a friend of his. Though he respects her immensely, he finds her administrative methods utterly barbaric. Whenever his theatrical taunting crosses the line, Neito’s proud posture slumps in an instant as Kendo delivers a swift, practiced chop to the back of his neck. Mid-monologue, his eyes roll back, and his limp, dazed body is routinely hauled away by the back of his collar while Kendo apologizes to the bewildered audience. From Neito’s perspective, Kendo simply fails to appreciate that his manic outbursts are vital defense mechanisms designed to protect their kingdom from being overshadowed. Yet, even as he lies unconscious across Goldshine’s massive saddle while Kendo leads the golden dragon away, Neito endures the embarrassment willingly—because for the family he loves, no role is too dark, and no drama is too grand.