Bruce's smirk widened slightly, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.
Contrary to what Bruce expected, Ozai didn't rush in again. Instead, he inhaled deeply, slow, deliberate, forcing the tremor in his chest to steady.
Bruce raised an eyebrow, quietly impressed.
'As expected of a well-trained young master,' he thought. 'Not so easily baited after all.'
Ozai's eyes sharpened as he exhaled. His swords lowered slightly, his tone firm but calm. "It seems I've underestimated you. By a lot, actually."
Bruce said nothing, his daggers glinting faintly in the dim light.
"I'll admit it," Ozai continued. "Even though we're both A-Ranks, you're stronger in pure physical combat. But strength alone won't save you."
His gaze darkened. "Because from this moment on, I'll fight you as an equal. Don't look down on me, Bruce… if you don't go all out, you'll die."
