Eric's POV It becomes obvious, eventually, that Cora isn’t just improving. She’s thriving. I don’t realize how much space Cora has taken up in my life until I try to picture my days without her. The image doesn’t settle. She’s there every morning now, standing across from me in the training yard, hair pulled back, eyes focused and bright with purpose. Where she once moved cautiously, she now moves with confidence, fluid, controlled, precise. She reads opponents instinctively, adapts mid-strike, and pushes herself harder than anyone else. Including me. “Again,” I tell her, even though she’s already breathing hard. She grins, not cocky, not reckless. Just determined. “Thought you’d never ask.” She comes at me fast, faster than yesterday. I barely block in time, surprise flickering through me before discipline snaps it away. Her strength has grown exponentially, but it’s her control that’s staggering. She doesn’t fight with desperation anymore. She fights like some
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