~ Kaia ~Coach Roland found me at the rink a week after everyone's return, carrying something unusual under one arm — an old, weathered book bound in dark leather, clearly ancient given the careful way he handled it."I think it's time," he said, setting the book down on the bench beside me, "that you actually learned to use what you are, instead of simply reacting to it whenever it surfaces unexpectedly.""What is this?""Phoenix training texts, passed down through your mother's family before the bloodline nearly went extinct. I've had it for years, waiting for the right moment to give it to you."I opened the book carefully, pages brittle but legible, filled with careful diagrams and instructions I didn't fully understand yet."Will you teach me? With this?""I'll try. I'm not a phoenix myself, obviously, so my understanding is limited to what your mother shared with me before she disappeared. But I think structured practice, even imperfect guidance, would serve you better than cont
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