Kyle had trained under three teachers throughout his life.
The first guided him as a child, laying the foundation of everything he knew.
The second was his elder brother, who refined those lessons as Kyle entered his teenage years.
The third was Hashu, the man who taught him the harshest truth of all.
Combat was not always about flawless technique or unwavering discipline.
Sometimes, victory belonged to the one willing to exploit every advantage and keep pressing until the other side broke.
Facing an opponent who had survived more battles than the number of years Kyle had lived, that lesson mattered more than ever.
"Come on, kid. You don't believe I'd make the first move, do you?" Bennet asked, standing casually with his arms crossed.
Kyle lowered his gaze to Bennet's stance.
