The first thing Arin noticed the next day—
Was the silence.
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Not outside.
Not in the courtyard.
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But inside himself.
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His body still ached.
Every step reminded him of yesterday.
His ribs throbbed.
His shoulders felt stiff.
Even his hands hurt when he clenched them.
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But his mind—
Was quieter.
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Not calm.
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Focused.
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He stood at the entrance of the underground training hall again.
The metal door slightly open.
Voices and impacts echoing faintly from inside.
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He hesitated.
Just for a second.
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Then pushed it open.
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The same scene.
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Students training.
Fighting.
Watching.
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No one greeted him.
No one acknowledged him.
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It was like he had always been part of this place.
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Or like he didn't matter at all.
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"…You're late."
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Arin turned.
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The same man stood near the center.
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"…I came as soon as—"
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"Late."
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The word cut him off.
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Silence.
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Arin didn't argue.
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"…Understood."
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The man observed him for a moment.
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"…Good."
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Then—
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"Stand there."
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Same spot as yesterday.
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Arin walked over.
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His body already felt heavier.
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"…Raise your guard."
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Arin did.
Faster this time.
More stable.
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Not perfect.
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But not the same.
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The man stepped forward.
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"…Today is different."
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Arin frowned slightly.
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"How?"
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No answer.
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Instead—
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"Move."
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Arin blinked.
"…Move?"
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"Don't stand still."
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The man took another step forward.
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"Fight isn't stationary."
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Arin adjusted his stance.
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He took a step back.
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Then another.
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Watching.
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The man moved.
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Not attacking—
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Closing distance.
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Calm.
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Measured.
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Arin's heartbeat picked up slightly.
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He's not rushing…
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That made it worse.
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More pressure.
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More time to think.
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Too much time…
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The man suddenly stepped in—
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A quick strike aimed at Arin's shoulder.
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Arin reacted.
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He moved sideways.
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Avoided it.
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Barely.
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"…Better."
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The word came flat.
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No emotion.
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Another step.
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Another strike.
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This time lower.
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Arin shifted his weight.
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But too slow—
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Impact.
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Pain shot through his leg.
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He staggered.
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"…You're thinking too late."
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Arin clenched his jaw.
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Too late…
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The man didn't stop.
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Another movement.
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Another attack.
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Faster.
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Arin stepped back—
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But the distance wasn't enough.
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A second hit landed.
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He nearly fell.
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"…Distance," the man said.
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Arin forced himself to stay upright.
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"…You're letting me get close."
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Breathing heavier now.
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So… don't let him…
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The man moved again.
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This time—
Arin stepped back earlier.
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Created space.
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The strike missed.
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"…Good."
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Again—
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Movement.
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Pressure.
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Arin kept moving.
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Back.
Side.
Adjust.
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But the space behind him—
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Disappeared.
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His back hit the wall.
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A split second.
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That was enough.
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The man's hand shot forward—
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Stopping just before Arin's face.
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Not hitting.
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But close enough.
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Too close.
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"…Cornered."
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Arin's breath caught.
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He hadn't even noticed.
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"…You stopped watching your surroundings."
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The hand lowered.
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The man stepped back.
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"Again."
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Arin pushed himself off the wall.
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His legs felt heavier now.
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But his mind—
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Was sharper.
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This time—
He moved differently.
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Not just away.
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Around.
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Circling.
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Keeping space.
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Watching not just the man—
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But everything.
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Walls.
Distance.
Open paths.
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The man stepped forward again.
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Arin adjusted.
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Not reacting—
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Predicting.
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A strike came—
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Arin moved before it fully formed.
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Dodged cleaner.
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Created more space.
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"…Adjustment."
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Again—
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Pressure increased.
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Faster now.
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Strikes coming closer together.
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Arin's movements became tighter.
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Less wasted motion.
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More control.
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But still—
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Not enough.
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A hit slipped through.
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Then another.
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His breathing broke rhythm.
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His steps slowed.
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His vision blurred slightly.
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"…You're tiring."
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Arin didn't respond.
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He already knew.
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His body was reaching its limit.
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Again.
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A strike came—
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Slower this time.
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Not because the man slowed—
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But because Arin saw it earlier.
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He moved.
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Clean.
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No contact.
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Silence.
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For a moment—
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The man stopped.
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"…Why did you move that way?"
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Arin blinked.
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"…I don't know."
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A pause.
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"…Wrong answer."
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Arin frowned slightly.
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"…Then what's the right one?"
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The man stepped closer.
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"…You need to know why you move."
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A beat.
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"Instinct starts it."
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Another step.
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"Awareness guides it."
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He stopped directly in front of Arin.
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"…Understanding controls it."
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Silence.
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Arin's breathing slowed slightly.
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"…And if I don't understand?"
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The answer came without hesitation.
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"…Then you'll always be one step behind."
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That hit harder than anything else.
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Because Arin had felt it.
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That gap.
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Between reacting—
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And controlling.
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The man turned away again.
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"…You're improving."
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Arin looked up slightly.
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"…But you're still unstable."
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A pause.
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"…Fix that."
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Then—
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He walked away.
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Just like that.
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No explanation.
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No instruction.
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Nothing.
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Arin stood there.
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Alone.
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His body trembling slightly.
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His chest rising and falling.
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Fix it…?
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How?
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No one told him.
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No one guided him.
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Around him—
Training continued.
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Uninterrupted.
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Unbothered.
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Like he didn't exist.
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Arin slowly lowered his guard.
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His arms felt heavy.
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But his mind—
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Was active.
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Replaying everything.
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Each movement.
Each mistake.
Each adjustment.
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Distance…
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Timing…
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Awareness…
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His fingers clenched slightly.
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"…Understanding…"
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The word lingered.
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For the first time—
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He realized something.
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This place wasn't teaching him how to win.
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It was forcing him to figure it out.
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Alone.
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And if he couldn't—
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He wouldn't last.
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Arin exhaled slowly.
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Then—
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He raised his guard again.
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No one told him to.
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No one was watching.
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But he did it anyway.
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And this time—
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He moved.
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Not because he was attacked.
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But because he chose to.