The courtyard was quiet at dawn, painted in pale blue light. Kael stood waiting, sword clutched tight, his breath fogging in the cool morning air. Every part of him ached from their last sessions, but determination burned sharper than the pain.Darius stepped out of the shadows, his presence heavier than the morning chill. There was no hesitation in his stride, no trace of the reluctant teacher from before. Today, Kael had demanded truth—and Darius meant to deliver it.“Ready?” Darius asked, voice low, rough as gravel.Kael swallowed but lifted his blade. “Show me.”What followed was nothing like the drills before. Darius moved with ferocity, every strike fast, punishing, merciless. Kael’s arms trembled under the weight of blocking, his legs buckled as he stumbled back again and again.“You wanted this,” Darius barked, pressing him harder. “So fight, Kael. Don’t cower. Don’t think. Survive.”Kael gritted his teeth, sweat stinging his eyes. His blade slipped, and Darius’s strike tore i
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