The training grounds did not feel the same.
Not after the previous day.
What had once been scattered effort had begun to take form, and with that form came expectation. Movements were sharper. Conversations were shorter. Even the air carried a different weight—as if everyone present understood, consciously or not, that something was building.
Eli stepped onto the field and immediately recognized it.
Not tension.
Not yet.
But pressure.
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Keal noticed it too, though he reacted differently.
"…Alright," he muttered as he walked beside Eli, glancing around at the other trainees. "Either everyone suddenly got serious overnight, or we started something we can't stop."
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Jace rolled his shoulders, scanning the field.
"It's not just us," he said. "They're watching."
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That much was obvious.
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More eyes lingered on their group than before. Not openly staring, not enough to draw attention—but enough to be noticed by anyone paying attention.
Eli was.
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Rovan stepped in from the side, arms folded.
"It was inevitable," he said. "Consistency draws attention."
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Tarin added quietly, "Especially when it changes outcomes."
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Keal smirked.
"Yeah," he said. "That's a nice way of saying we're making people uncomfortable."
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Jace glanced at him.
"You're always making people uncomfortable."
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"Not like this," Keal replied.
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Eli didn't engage.
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Because something else had already taken his attention.
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Lira stood at the far end of the training grounds.
Not alone.
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Three trainees faced her.
Older.
Stronger builds.
Their posture carried confidence—not the reckless kind, but the kind built from repetition and proven ability.
They weren't here to observe.
They were here to test.
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Keal followed Eli's gaze.
"…Well," he said slowly, "that looks intentional."
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Jace narrowed his eyes.
"They're not random," he said.
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Rovan nodded once.
"No."
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Tarin's voice was quieter than usual.
"They've been watching longer than we have."
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That mattered.
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Because this wasn't curiosity.
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This was evaluation.
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Eli stepped forward.
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Not rushing.
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But not delaying either.
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The group followed.
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By the time they closed the distance, the exchange had already begun.
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One of the trainees moved first.
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A direct strike toward Lira's upper frame—fast, controlled, and backed by weight.
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Lira responded without hesitation.
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She didn't block.
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She shifted.
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Minimal movement.
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The strike passed her.
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Her counter came immediately—
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Short.
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Precise.
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The trainee adjusted quickly, stepping back just enough to avoid a clean hit.
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The second moved in.
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From the side.
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Coordinated.
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Lira repositioned.
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Not retreating.
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Re-centering.
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Her stance remained balanced even as both angles closed.
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The third trainee circled.
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Not engaging yet.
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Waiting.
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Keal exhaled quietly.
"…Alright," he said. "This isn't casual."
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Jace shook his head.
"No," he agreed. "It's not."
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Eli watched.
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Every movement.
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Every decision.
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Lira wasn't being overwhelmed.
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But she was being tested.
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Multiple angles.
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Different timings.
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Continuous pressure.
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The same structure—
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As their training.
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But harsher.
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Less forgiving.
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The first trainee pressed again.
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Faster now.
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More aggressive.
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Lira intercepted—
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Redirected—
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But the second followed immediately.
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Her adjustment came—
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But the window was smaller.
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The third moved.
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Now.
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All three engaged.
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The rhythm tightened.
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Lira's movements sharpened.
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Her steps reduced further.
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No wasted motion.
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No hesitation.
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But the pressure—
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Increased.
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Eli stepped forward.
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Rovan's hand moved slightly—
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Not stopping him.
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Just acknowledging.
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"We go in together," Rovan said.
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Eli nodded.
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No argument.
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Keal cracked his knuckles.
"Finally," he said.
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Jace stepped forward.
"Stay tight," he added.
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Tarin moved without speaking.
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They entered.
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Not as individuals.
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As a unit.
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The first trainee noticed immediately.
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His stance shifted.
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Acknowledging new variables.
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Lira adjusted her position slightly.
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Not surprised.
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Not thrown off.
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Accepting.
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Eli moved first.
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Not attacking.
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Positioning.
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He stepped into the space between Lira and the nearest opponent—
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Closing an angle.
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Rovan followed.
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Tarin shifted to the opposite side.
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Keal and Jace filled the remaining gaps.
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The formation wasn't perfect.
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But it was functional.
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The exchange resumed.
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Now—
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Six against three.
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But not overwhelming.
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Because coordination mattered more than numbers.
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The first clash came fast.
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Eli intercepted a strike—
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Redirected—
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While Jace stepped in to apply pressure.
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Keal followed with a quick, unpredictable movement—
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Forcing the opponent to adjust.
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Rovan stepped in cleanly—
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Controlled.
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Tarin supported.
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Lira moved within it.
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Not separate.
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Integrated.
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The rhythm stabilized.
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Then broke.
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One of the opposing trainees shifted strategy.
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He didn't engage directly.
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He disrupted.
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Targeted gaps.
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Forced misalignment.
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Keal misstepped—
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Just slightly—
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The opening appeared.
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The trainee moved—
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Fast.
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Eli saw it.
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Adjusted.
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Intercepted.
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But the impact carried through.
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His arm absorbed part of it.
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Not clean.
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But enough.
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Lira moved immediately.
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Closing the space.
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Stabilizing the formation.
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Her strike forced the opponent back.
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Reset.
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Keal exhaled.
"…Alright," he muttered. "That was on me."
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"No," Eli said.
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Keal blinked.
"…What?"
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Eli didn't look at him.
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"Timing," he said. "We adjust."
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Keal nodded once.
"…Got it."
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The exchange resumed.
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Cleaner now.
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Sharper.
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Each mistake corrected in real time.
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Each adjustment immediate.
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The pressure remained.
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But the structure held.
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Rovan stepped in—
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Controlled—
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Efficient.
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Tarin followed—
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Minimal movement—
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Maximum effect.
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Jace applied force—
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Keal added unpredictability—
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Lira refined—
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Eli held the center.
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The final exchange came suddenly.
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Not planned.
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Not called.
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But understood.
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All three opposing trainees moved at once.
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Full pressure.
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No restraint.
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Eli adjusted—
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Rovan aligned—
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Tarin shifted—
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Jace pressed—
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Keal disrupted—
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Lira finished.
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Her strike landed clean.
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The exchange ended.
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Silence followed.
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Not tension.
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Recognition.
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The three trainees stepped back.
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One of them exhaled slowly.
"…That was better than expected," he said.
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Rovan nodded.
"It will improve."
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The trainee looked at Eli.
"You're holding them together."
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Eli didn't respond.
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Because that wasn't the point.
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The trainee looked at Lira next.
"You were already doing that," he said.
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Lira met his gaze.
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No response.
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But no denial.
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The three turned.
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And left.
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No hostility.
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No arrogance.
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Just conclusion.
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Keal exhaled loudly.
"…Alright," he said. "I'm officially impressed."
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Jace smirked.
"You say that a lot."
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"Not like this," Keal replied.
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Rovan looked at Eli.
"You adapted faster under pressure."
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Tarin added—
"And didn't lose structure."
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Lira stepped closer.
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Her gaze steady.
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"You corrected in motion," she said.
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Eli nodded.
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"Necessary."
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She held his gaze for a moment longer.
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Then—
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"Good," she said.
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Keal groaned.
"I can't escape that word."
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Jace laughed.
"You don't deserve to."
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Lira turned slightly.
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But paused.
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"For the forest," she said.
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Eli's attention sharpened.
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"…Soon."
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She left.
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This time—
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With intent.
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Keal blinked.
"…Forest?"
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Jace frowned slightly.
"That's where higher-level trainees go."
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Rovan nodded.
"Yes."
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Tarin added quietly—
"Where things don't hold back."
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Silence settled.
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Not fear.
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But awareness.
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Eli stood there.
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Processing.
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Because this—
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Was the next step.
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And unlike the training grounds—
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The forest—
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Would not forgive mistakes.
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The pressure had revealed fractures.
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But it had also revealed something else.
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They could hold.
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For now.
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But soon—
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They would be tested again.
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For real.