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The rematch was arranged two days later.
Inhyuk sent the location and time with a polite message.
Jiwoo read it aloud.
Kayden listened from the table, one paw resting on a cat treat tube, eyes narrowed.
Asuka listened from the kitchen counter, one hand turning the page of a textbook while a tiny flame hovered over her other palm.
The black cat tried to swat at the flame.
Asuka moved it higher without looking.
Jiwoo finished reading and looked up.
"It's soon."
Kayden's tail flicked.
"Good."
Jiwoo blinked.
"Good?"
"You don't have time to get nervous."
"Oh."
Kayden jumped down.
"Basement."
Jiwoo straightened immediately.
"Yes, sir!"
Kayden paused.
The response had come too quickly.
Too brightly.
Too happily.
Suspicious.
Deeply suspicious.
Kayden narrowed his eyes.
"You sound excited."
Jiwoo smiled.
"I am."
Kayden stared.
Asuka's mouth curved faintly behind her cup of tea.
Kayden turned slowly toward her.
"Do not look amused."
"I am amused."
"I said do not."
"I heard you."
"And?"
"I remain amused."
Kayden hissed under his breath and marched toward the basement.
Jiwoo followed with his crutch, still smiling.
The smile bothered Kayden.
Not because Jiwoo was happy.
Well.
A little because Jiwoo was happy.
Training under Kayden Break was not meant to be a pleasant activity. It was meant to be brutal. Efficient. Demanding. The kind of training that made weaklings cry and talented people realize they were still weaklings with potential.
Jiwoo did suffer.
He absolutely suffered.
His arms shook.
His legs trembled.
His breathing collapsed.
His hair stuck to his forehead from sweat.
He got yelled at constantly.
He was corrected every two seconds.
He was bonked awake when his force control wavered during rest.
And somehow—
somehow—
the brat kept smiling.
Not all the time.
Not while actively dying.
But too often.
After Kayden insulted his stance?
Jiwoo fixed it and smiled.
After Kayden called his punch pathetic?
Jiwoo tried again and smiled when it improved.
After Kayden forced him to repeat output release until his arms felt like noodles?
Jiwoo bowed his head and said thank you.
Thank you.
For suffering.
Kayden did not understand him.
The basement light flickered above them as Jiwoo took position before the punching bag.
Asuka settled near the wall with the grey scarred cat curled beside her. She had a notebook open, though whether it was for schoolwork, force control, future predictions, or some horrifying combination of all three was anyone's guess.
Knowing Asuka, probably all three.
She lifted one finger.
A spark of electricity formed.
Then a small flame.
Then the flame folded inward, shrinking into a controlled point of heat before expanding again.
Her "public ability" practice.
Fire.
A reasonable ability.
A normal ability.
An ability that did not scream I can manipulate time and space and possibly end your bloodline if you threaten my brother.
Kayden approved of the strategy.
He hated how naturally she had reached it.
"Focus," he snapped.
Jiwoo straightened.
"Yes, sir."
"Stance."
Jiwoo adjusted.
"Lower."
He lowered.
"Shoulder."
He relaxed it.
"Jaw."
He unclenched.
"Core."
His energy steadied.
Kayden watched the flow closely.
Asuka's stabilizing pattern held beneath Jiwoo's own energy, thin enough not to interfere, present enough to support. Kayden's method ran sharper now, not fully mastered, but no longer clumsy.
Jiwoo inhaled.
Punched.
The bag snapped back.
A clean crack of impact echoed through the basement.
Not perfect.
But better.
Much better.
Kayden's ears twitched.
Jiwoo looked at him, eyes bright.
Kayden immediately scowled.
"Don't look at me like a puppy waiting for praise."
Jiwoo lowered his gaze.
"Sorry."
"Again."
Jiwoo punched.
"Too much wrist."
Punch.
"Better."
Jiwoo smiled.
Kayden stared.
There.
Again.
The smile.
Kayden's eyes narrowed.
"Again."
Punch.
"Again."
Punch.
"Again."
Punch.
Jiwoo's breathing grew heavier.
Sweat ran down the side of his face.
His arms shook.
His injured leg was mostly healed now, but Asuka still watched it with terrifying focus every time he shifted weight.
Kayden made him stop before the rhythm turned dangerous.
"Force control," he ordered.
Jiwoo immediately sat down on the mat and began circulation.
No complaint.
No whining.
No dramatic collapse.
Just obedience.
Earnest, focused, exhausted obedience.
And then, after a few seconds, a tiny smile.
Kayden's tail puffed.
That was it.
"Jiwoo."
Jiwoo opened one eye.
"Yes, sir?"
"Are you secretly a masochist?"
Silence.
Asuka's flame flickered.
Jiwoo blinked.
"What?"
Kayden pointed a paw at him.
"I have been training you like a madman for days. You barely sleep. You are injured. I insult you constantly. You keep smiling."
Jiwoo stared.
Then looked genuinely thoughtful.
Kayden recoiled internally.
Do not actually think about it.
Jiwoo tilted his head.
"I don't think so?"
Kayden's expression went flat.
"You don't think so?"
Jiwoo rubbed the back of his neck.
"I mean, it's hard. And it hurts. And sometimes I feel like I'm going to fall over."
"Yes. That is normal."
"But…"
Kayden's eyes narrowed further.
Jiwoo's smile came back, smaller this time.
"When I train, I feel like I'm getting closer."
Asuka's hand paused over her notebook.
Kayden stared.
Jiwoo looked down at his hands.
"To being able to protect someone. To not freezing. To not making Asuka and you step in every time."
His fingers curled.
"I know I'm still weak. But every time I can do something I couldn't do yesterday, even if it's small…"
He looked up again.
"It makes me happy."
The basement went quiet.
Kayden had no immediate insult prepared.
Annoying.
Very annoying.
Asuka's expression softened.
Kayden glanced at her and immediately regretted it, because she looked fond again.
So fond.
Disgusting.
He looked away sharply.
"Tch."
Jiwoo waited.
Kayden's tail flicked.
"That answer was too sincere."
Jiwoo smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry."
"Stop apologizing."
"Sorry."
Kayden closed his eyes.
Asuka's shoulders shook faintly.
Kayden pointed at her without opening his eyes.
"You too."
"I said nothing."
"You laughed silently."
"Yes."
He opened his eyes and glared at both siblings.
"Training continues."
Jiwoo sat straighter.
"Yes, sir!"
"There it is again," Kayden muttered. "Cheerful suffering. Suspicious."
Asuka turned another page in her notebook.
"Oppa has always been like that."
Kayden looked at her.
"Like what?"
"Happy when he believes he can help."
Kayden's expression shifted before he controlled it.
Asuka did not press.
Jiwoo closed his eyes and resumed force control.
Kayden watched him.
The flow was steadier now.
Not perfect.
Still too eager at the release point.
Still too reactive when his emotions rose.
But steadier.
His body, supported by Asuka's method and sharpened by Kayden's, was beginning to understand what his mind already wanted.
Move faster.
Strike cleaner.
Waste less.
Stand longer.
Kayden's gaze drifted to the punching bag.
Then back to Jiwoo.
Two days.
Not enough time to create a master.
Enough time to create one surprise.
Maybe two.
Against someone like Jisuk, that might be enough to change the shape of the fight.
Across the room, Asuka closed her notebook and lifted her hand again.
Electricity gathered first.
Then flame.
Then the flame vanished entirely, replaced by a thin, invisible distortion in the air.
Kayden noticed.
His eyes narrowed.
"Asuka."
She blinked.
"Yes?"
"What was that?"
"A mistake."
Kayden stared.
"You do not make mistakes."
"I made one intentionally."
"That is not how mistakes work."
"I was practicing appearing less precise."
Kayden's soul took damage.
Jiwoo opened one eye.
"Asuka, you're practicing making mistakes?"
"Yes."
Kayden dragged a paw down his face.
"Of course you are."
Asuka tilted her head.
"If my control is too clean, it will draw attention."
Kayden stared at her.
He hated that she was right.
Again.
"Fine," he muttered. "Good. Annoying, but good."
Asuka's mouth curved.
"Thank you."
"That was barely praise."
"It was praise."
"Barely."
"That still counts."
Jiwoo smiled.
Kayden snapped toward him.
"Stop smiling and circulate."
"Yes, sir."
The next hour was worse.
Kayden made Jiwoo switch between calm circulation and sudden output release, forcing his core to transition without flaring wildly. He made him punch from stillness. Then from breath. Then from a half-step. Then from a recovery position after pretending to stumble.
Every time Jiwoo improved, Kayden increased the difficulty.
Every time Jiwoo failed, Kayden made him repeat it.
Every time Jiwoo looked even slightly proud, Kayden insulted him back into focus.
Asuka gave notes with terrifying accuracy.
"Your left heel is late."
"Your energy reaches your wrist before your shoulder has aligned."
"You blink before you accelerate."
"You hold your breath when you think of Jisuk."
Jiwoo froze at that one.
Kayden's eyes sharpened.
Asuka's voice remained gentle.
"Do not make him bigger in your mind than he is."
Jiwoo's expression shifted.
He nodded slowly.
"Okay."
Kayden studied her.
That was not just training.
That was care in the shape of correction.
Useful.
Precise.
Very Asuka.
Jiwoo inhaled again.
This time, he punched without holding his breath.
The bag snapped back.
Cleaner.
Kayden's ears twitched.
"Again."
Jiwoo smiled.
"Yes, sir."
Kayden sighed deeply.
Secret masochist.
Definitely possible.
But as Jiwoo trained until his body shook and still got back into stance, Kayden found he did not dislike that strange brightness as much as he wanted to.
Because it was not stupidity.
Not entirely.
It was stubborn hope.
The kind that could survive pain if given enough strength.
The kind Kayden usually thought had no place in the awakened world.
The kind Jiwoo Seo seemed determined to drag into it anyway.
Kayden looked toward Asuka.
She was watching her brother too, eyes softer now beneath the cold clarity of the Six Eyes.
She knew the world would try to punish that hope.
Kayden knew it too.
So he did the only thing he could.
He sharpened it.
"Again," he ordered.
Jiwoo raised his fist.
The match was soon.
Jisuk was waiting.
Shinhwa would be watching.
And beneath the apartment building, one exhausted boy smiled through hell because every punch brought him closer to becoming someone who could stand.
Kayden Break, despite himself, felt anticipation curl in his chest.
Not worry.
Not pride.
Definitely not pride.
He lifted his chin.
"Hit harder."
Jiwoo's eyes brightened.
"Yes, sir!"
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The day of the spar arrived quietly.
Too quietly, in Jiwoo's opinion.
He woke before his alarm.
Not because Kayden hit him.
Not because Asuka called him.
Not because the cats climbed on his chest, though the black-and-white one had definitely considered it.
He woke because his body knew.
Today.
His leg had healed enough to move properly, though Asuka still checked it three times before breakfast. Kayden checked it once, declared it "usable," and then immediately told Jiwoo that if he used that as an excuse to get sloppy, he would bite him.
Jiwoo had smiled.
Kayden had stared at him.
"Why did that make you happy?"
"It means you're worried."
"It means I have teeth."
Asuka had silently placed breakfast in front of both of them.
The cats had eaten too.
Kayden had eaten his portion while pretending it was not cat food.
No one said anything.
Mostly because they valued their lives.
By the time Inhyuk arrived, Jiwoo was ready.
He wore comfortable clothes, not his school uniform. His expression was nervous, but steady. His hands opened and closed at his sides, feeling the rhythm of energy beneath his skin.
Asuka stood beside him.
Her pale cream hair was tied loosely back, and her eyes were covered by clean white bandages wrapped carefully around them. It should have looked strange.
Instead, somehow, she looked soft.
Calm.
Elegant.
A little delicate.
The kind of look that made people lower their guard because surely a small girl holding a cat could not be a problem.
Kayden knew better.
Even in his cat form.
And he was deeply offended.
He sat in Asuka's arms, round orange body supported securely against her chest, tail draped over one of her forearms. To anyone else, he looked like a spoiled pet being carried by his favorite person.
To Jiwoo, he looked like Kayden Break preparing to judge the entire world and find it lacking.
The doorbell rang.
Jiwoo inhaled.
Asuka tilted her head slightly.
Kayden's eyes narrowed.
Jiwoo opened the door.
Inhyuk Gu stood outside, polite as always, dressed neatly and looking prepared for a serious awakened spar.
Then his eyes dropped.
To the cat.
In Asuka's arms.
His expression faltered.
"Ah."
Jiwoo smiled.
"Good morning, Mr. Inhyuk."
"Good morning, Jiwoo." Inhyuk's gaze flicked to Asuka. "Asuka."
Asuka bowed her head slightly.
"Good morning."
Kayden stared at him.
Inhyuk stared back.
For one silent second, the memory of the previous visit hung between them.
Round.
Jiggly.
Belly.
Inhyuk's ears turned faintly pink.
Kayden's eyes sharpened into blades.
Inhyuk looked away first.
Again.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
Jiwoo nodded.
"Yes, sir."
Inhyuk looked relieved by his determination.
Then his gaze drifted, inevitably, back to Kayden.
"And… the cat?"
Kayden's fur bristled.
Asuka looked down at Kayden.
Then back up at Inhyuk.
Her head tilted.
Cutely.
Deliberately.
Kayden felt danger.
Not from Inhyuk.
From Asuka.
"We are going to take him with us," she said.
Inhyuk blinked.
"You're taking him?"
Asuka's hands adjusted beneath Kayden with gentle precision. Her bandages hid her eyes, but somehow, impossibly, the expression still came through.
Soft.
Innocent.
Almost shy.
"I feel uneasy without him."
Kayden's entire soul recoiled.
Do not weaponize me.
Asuka's face remained serene.
"Can't I?"
Silence.
Jiwoo froze.
Inhyuk froze.
Kayden slowly turned his head toward Asuka.
Even with her eyes covered, Kayden knew she could feel his glare.
She ignored it.
Her cuteness level increased.
Inhyuk's willpower visibly collapsed.
"It's not that you can't…"
His gaze slid to Kayden again.
Kayden was glaring daggers.
No.
Not daggers.
Entire armories.
If looks could kill, Inhyuk Gu would have been reduced to a cautionary stain on the hallway floor.
Inhyuk sweat-dropped.
Jiwoo stepped in quickly.
"He's really nice."
Kayden's eyes snapped toward him.
Jiwoo smiled nervously.
"And tamed."
Inhyuk stared.
"Tamed, you say…"
Kayden's stare moved back to Inhyuk.
Slowly.
Murderously.
Tamed?
Kayden Break?
Tamed?
The word echoed in his head with such violence that he almost forgot he was pretending to be a cat.
Asuka's shoulders trembled once.
Barely.
Kayden felt it.
He looked up at her.
She was holding in laughter.
Again.
On the day of Jiwoo's spar.
In front of Inhyuk.
While using him as emotional support camouflage.
Betrayal.
Repeated betrayal.
Inhyuk cleared his throat.
"Well, if he remains with you and does not interfere, it should be fine."
Kayden's gaze said he had many ideas about interference.
Asuka bowed slightly.
"Thank you."
Jiwoo brightened.
"Thank you, Mr. Inhyuk."
Inhyuk nodded, though his eyes kept flickering toward Kayden like he was trying to decide whether the cat was unusually intelligent or simply possessed by evil.
Both were correct.
They stepped outside.
Inhyuk led them toward the car waiting nearby.
Jiwoo walked beside Asuka, shoulders tense but expression focused.
Kayden remained in Asuka's arms, silent and fuming.
The moment Inhyuk turned his back, Kayden's tail flicked sharply against Asuka's sleeve.
She lowered her head slightly.
"Yes?"
Kayden could not speak.
Not here.
Not now.
But his glare said everything.
How dare you.
Asuka's mouth curved very faintly.
"You are helpful," she whispered, so softly Inhyuk could not hear.
Kayden's eyes narrowed.
I am not emotional support.
Her smile grew.
"You are also very tamed."
His tail puffed.
Jiwoo made a tiny choking sound and pretended to cough.
Kayden's head snapped toward him.
Jiwoo looked straight ahead with exaggerated innocence.
Inhyuk opened the car door.
Asuka slid into the back seat with Kayden in her lap. Jiwoo sat beside her. Inhyuk took the front.
Before starting the car, Inhyuk glanced back one more time.
At Jiwoo.
At Asuka.
At the cat.
Kayden stared at him from Asuka's lap, front paws placed with horrifying dignity on her arm.
Inhyuk swallowed.
"Is he always like that?"
Jiwoo blinked.
"Like what?"
Inhyuk hesitated.
"…Intense."
Jiwoo looked at Kayden.
Kayden looked back.
Jiwoo smiled.
"He's just protective."
Inhyuk's expression softened slightly.
"That so?"
Asuka stroked one hand calmly over Kayden's back.
Kayden went completely still.
Not because he liked it.
He did not.
Absolutely not.
He was maintaining cover.
A strategic cover operation.
Inhyuk watched the cat tolerate the petting with the face of a creature planning murder.
"Protective," Inhyuk repeated slowly.
"Yes," Jiwoo said.
Then added, with full sincerity, "He's very sweet."
The car went silent.
Kayden's claws dug lightly into Asuka's sleeve.
Asuka's shoulders shook.
Inhyuk stared at the orange cat.
Kayden's eyes promised violence.
"Sweet," Inhyuk said weakly.
Jiwoo nodded.
"Very."
Kayden closed his eyes.
He could not kill Jiwoo.
He could not kill Inhyuk.
He could not speak.
He could not deny anything.
This was worse than Delein.
This was worse than spatial isolation failure.
This was worse than the belly incident.
Asuka leaned slightly closer and murmured, "You are doing well."
Kayden opened one eye.
Her mouth was still curved.
He knew that tone.
She was enjoying this.
Deeply.
The car started.
They pulled away from the apartment building, heading toward Shinhwa's arranged sparring location.
Jiwoo looked out the window, nervous anticipation building in his chest.
Asuka sat beside him, one hand on Kayden, the other resting near Jiwoo's sleeve, close enough to steady him if he needed it.
Kayden endured the ride in silence.
For strategy.
For secrecy.
For Jiwoo.
And definitely not because Asuka's hand on his back was warm and familiar and made it easier to feel the rhythm of the car without wanting to claw the seats.
Absolutely not.
In the front seat, Inhyuk glanced at the mirror.
The cat was still glaring.
He quickly looked back at the road.
Jiwoo, unaware of the silent war behind him, smiled faintly.
"I'm ready," he whispered.
Asuka heard.
Kayden heard.
Neither of them said anything.
But Asuka's fingers gently tightened near his sleeve.
And Kayden, still pretending to be nothing more than a very round, very tamed cat, opened his eyes with the sharp pride of a teacher who expected his student to surprise everyone.
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