The training ground did not pause for them.
It adjusted.
That was the first thing Karna understood as he stepped fully into the open field. His senses remained calm, steady, unforced, yet fully aware of everything around him—not just the visible movements of the students, but the subtle shift that followed his arrival.
Nothing stopped.
Strikes continued.
Feet pressed into the ground with practiced rhythm.
Commands carried across the field with the same measured authority.
And yet—
Something had changed.
Attention did not gather all at once, nor did it break the flow of training. Instead, it bent toward them gradually, almost naturally, like water adjusting its path around an obstacle without ever ceasing to move.
It was not disruption.
It was acknowledgment.
