Before the contest even began, Karon watched his nephew with visible worry. His mind was already racing, assembling excuses he could use if Gara lost.
As he pondered, his gaze unintentionally drifted across the training ground and landed on Langga.
Langga stood quietly at the far end, calm and detached. He didn't look like someone anxious about Gara's fate. If anything, he looked… confident.
Langga was Gara's main advisor. The person who understood his abilities better than anyone else.
That composure eased Karon's heart slightly.
'Maybe Gara isn't as weak as I imagined.His water defense is strong. Perhaps his offense is formidable too.'
Not far from him, Ramun shouted for the match to begin.
The moment the signal rang out, Gara's hands moved. Sharp, slicing motions cut through the air again and again.
From his palms burst water blades. Dozens of them.
They flew forward in perfect synchronization, carving through the bull dummies and reducing them into fragments.
