Hours earlier…
The Storm Clan's gym was nearly deserted, but the echo of strikes from lingering trainees still reverberated.
Kaira, in her red tunic, trained alone in a corner, throwing high kicks that left trails of sparks and flames in the air.
Each move was precise, but her face showed frustration.
'Seriously…'
She was trying to replicate the spinning kick she'd seen Rian perform in the arena against Darion.
That fluid, elegant, almost impossible move.
But no matter how hard she tried, her kicks felt clumsy by comparison.
'How does he do it?' she thought, pausing to catch her breath.
Sweat gleamed on her forehead, her black hair sticking to her neck.
'If Rian was a servant just days ago… how the hell does he move like that?'
The thought made her feel small, as if all her training, all her effort, paled next to what Rian had achieved in so little time.
Had she grown lazy and complacent just because she'd been assigned Master rank?
