Under the dim moonlight, a man could be seen swinging his sword — his eyes sharp with focus, sweat clinging to his bare upper body.
It was late at night, and given that he had only recently been injured during the assessment, he should have been resting.
But he couldn't.
Kevin needed to train in the time he had. During the day, students would continue to hunt for his badge, their eyes burning with ambition.
How much did this contest matter? He was reminded of that the moment Lizel attacked him.
He didn't resent her; as a warrior, it was her right to fight for her position. Yet knowing that more people would come for him at any moment, Kevin had no choice but to train in the silence of the night — when everyone else was asleep.
'I've lost my edge.'
Three consecutive losses — the Night Devil, William, and then Talobo, who cornered him and the others.
If he wanted to make excuses, he had plenty. But self-pity was a luxury he refused to afford.
