{Lyra's pov} ~Not all family is blood Some arrive gently and choose to stay~ The training grounds pulsed with movement. Not the clang of heavy swords but the dull thud of fists meeting flesh, the sharp scrape of boots against packed earth, and the quick flash of daggers changing hands too fast for the untrained eye to follow. Ash and Aiden were in the middle of it. Their shirts were discarded somewhere near the edge of the field leaving sweat-slicked skin gleaming under the sun. Muscles flexed and tightened with every strike, every dodge, every brutal counter. This kind of training wasn’t just about strength. It demanded speed. Precision. Awareness. One wrong move, one delayed reaction, and a dagger could find a vulnerable spot. Ash fought like a tactician even with his fists controlled, efficient. He twisted an opponent’s wrist sharply, disarming him with ease and sending the dagger spinning into the dirt before landing a solid strike to the man’s chest. Aiden
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