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Kayden let the lesson continue for exactly seventeen more minutes.
Then he stopped talking.
Asuka noticed immediately.
Her eyes lifted from where she had been guiding a thin line of orange-yellow flame across her fingertips, folding it through Kayden's force control without letting it become unstable.
The flame did not burn the air wildly.
It did not flicker like ordinary fire.
It moved like thread.
A thin, bright ribbon curling from one finger to the next.
Controlled.
Too controlled.
Kayden watched it with narrowed eyes.
Then looked at her.
"You're doing it again."
Asuka blinked.
"Doing what?"
"Thinking too much."
The flame vanished.
Asuka folded her hands neatly in her lap.
"I thought that was what I was supposed to do."
"You're supposed to understand," Kayden said. "Not sit there assembling every technique like a mathematical proof."
Asuka tilted her head.
"Is that not useful?"
"It is useful."
Kayden's tail flicked.
"Until someone punches you in the face."
Asuka's mouth curved faintly.
"They would have difficulty."
"Exactly. That is also part of the problem."
She paused.
Kayden hopped down from the low table and walked toward the stairs.
"Come on."
Asuka stood without complaint.
The cats, sensing motion, immediately lifted their heads.
The tabby rose first.
Kayden froze.
"Not you."
The tabby blinked.
Kayden pointed a paw.
"Stay."
The tabby sat.
Kayden narrowed his eyes.
The tabby's tail swished.
Kayden turned away.
The tabby stood again.
Kayden whipped around.
"I said stay!"
To anyone else, it was an indignant meow.
Asuka covered her mouth with one hand.
Kayden glared at her.
"Do not laugh."
"I am not."
"You are."
"Only emotionally."
Kayden's eyes flattened.
"You and that brat have become a bad influence on each other."
"The tabby?"
"Jiwoo."
"Oh."
The tabby meowed.
Kayden hissed softly at it.
It sat again, offended.
Only then did Kayden continue down the stairs toward the basement training room.
Asuka followed.
Quiet.
Barefoot.
Bandages still off, sky-blue eyes open and bright beneath the dimmer indoor light.
The basement was not large, but it was enough.
Jiwoo had used it for basic training long before he understood anything about awakeners. A punching bag hung from a reinforced beam. There were old mats on the floor, a few weights, space for footwork, and enough distance that an ordinary person could run short drills.
For Jiwoo, it had been a small training room.
For Asuka, it was a box.
For Kayden, currently trapped in a cat's body, it was still better than the living room.
He jumped onto a low bench and sat.
"Show me."
Asuka stopped in the center of the room.
"What should I show?"
"How you fight."
Her gaze sharpened faintly.
"With which ability?"
"None."
Kayden's ears tilted forward.
"Move."
Asuka understood.
She lowered her center of gravity slightly.
Not much.
Barely visible.
Then she moved.
Kayden watched closely.
The first step was silent.
Too silent.
Her weight shifted like water poured from one vessel into another. Smooth, almost graceful, but not wasteful. Her body seemed to decide where it wanted to be before the motion began. Foot, hip, shoulder, hand—everything connected cleanly.
She closed distance with the punching bag.
Her palm struck first.
Not a punch.
A precise blow.
The bag shifted backward.
Then stopped when her other hand touched its side, redirecting the swing before it fully formed.
A knee followed.
Light.
Controlled.
Then an elbow.
Then a step around the bag's side, a hand hovering at where an opponent's neck would have been.
She did not hit like an awakener.
Kayden saw it immediately.
She fought like someone trained to read the body before it moved.
To find the opening.
To make every inch of distance matter.
To move around a threat, not through it.
Her attacks were clean.
Elegant.
Brutal, if she wanted them to be.
But restrained by habit.
She struck points.
Joints.
Center line.
Throat.
Temple.
Ribs.
Places that ended fights quietly.
Places that did not require overwhelming force.
Her body never fully committed unless the outcome was already certain.
Every movement left her with an exit.
Every turn preserved space.
Every step assumed something invisible might come from a blind spot.
Kayden's eyes narrowed.
When she finished, the punching bag swayed only slightly.
Asuka turned toward him.
Kayden stared.
Then said, "You don't fight like an awakener."
Asuka blinked.
A pause.
Then her expression shifted into understanding.
"Ah."
Kayden's tail flicked.
"I'm not surprised. Jiwoo also moved like an ordinary kid at first because he didn't know anything. You are the opposite. You know too much, but it is from somewhere else."
Asuka listened.
"You're used to a different system. Different threats. Different logic."
"Yes."
"You protect distance like it's sacred."
"It often was."
"You wait for confirmation before committing."
"That was usually wise."
"You strike like you expect one clean answer to solve the exchange."
Asuka was quiet.
Kayden's gaze sharpened.
"That might work against weaklings. It might work against people who don't understand you. But awakeners are different."
He lifted a paw.
"Some will keep moving after you break bones. Some reinforce their bodies so pressure points don't matter unless you put real force behind it. Some attack from range. Some can destroy the entire area instead of aiming at you."
Asuka nodded once.
"Awakened fights are not just technique," Kayden said. "They are output. Pressure. Rhythm. Force control. Presence."
His eyes gleamed.
"You fight like someone who can afford to wait."
Asuka's mouth softened faintly.
"Because I can."
"That," Kayden snapped, "is the problem."
She did not argue.
Kayden stared.
Then huffed.
"You and Jiwoo are really alike in the strangest ways."
Asuka tilted her head.
"How so?"
"You both listen too well."
She blinked.
Kayden looked annoyed by his own statement.
"If I tell Jiwoo to run, he runs. If I tell him to stop, he tries to stop. If I tell you your fighting style is wrong for this world, you stand there like you've already decided to change it."
Asuka folded her hands behind her back.
"You are my teacher."
Kayden paused.
Asuka said it simply.
No flattery.
No hesitation.
No teasing.
Just fact.
Kayden looked away first.
"Tch."
His tail lashed once.
"Then learn properly."
"Yes, Mr. Kayden."
He glanced back sharply.
She looked calm.
Obedient.
Awful.
He hated how satisfying that sounded.
"First," Kayden said, forcing his attention back to the lesson, "stop moving like everything is a duel."
Asuka's eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
"Awakeners do not duel?"
"Some do. Idiots do. Prideful idiots do."
"You?"
Kayden smiled.
"I fight."
"That sounds like a duel."
"It is different when I do it."
"I see."
"Do not use that tone."
"What tone?"
"That one."
Asuka's mouth curved.
Kayden pointed at the punching bag.
"Again. This time, reinforce your body with force control first. Don't just move your body. Move your power with it."
Asuka turned back toward the bag.
Her posture adjusted.
This time, Kayden felt the change before she moved.
A faint current of awakened force ran through her limbs.
Not cursed energy.
Not exactly.
Her core hummed softly, almost hidden beneath the layered structure of whatever impossible thing she was.
She stepped.
Too smooth again.
"Wrong."
Asuka stopped instantly.
Kayden's ears flicked.
"Don't glide. Drive."
Asuka reset.
She stepped again.
More force through the heel.
Better.
"Again."
She did.
"Again."
She repeated.
Kayden watched her footwork first.
Step.
Hip.
Shoulder.
Fist.
She was not bad.
Of course she was not bad.
That was what made this irritating.
Her body learned fast.
Too fast.
After six repetitions, the motion was cleaner.
After ten, it looked natural.
After fifteen, Kayden could feel her beginning to route force control in the correct sequence.
Foot to core.
Core to shoulder.
Shoulder to arm.
Impact through the fist.
Not whatever she was doing earlier.
But an awakener's blow.
The punching bag jumped hard enough for the chain to creak.
Asuka paused.
Kayden's eyes sharpened.
"Better."
Asuka lowered her hand.
"That felt inefficient."
"It isn't."
"It uses more energy."
"It delivers more power."
"I can deliver power without waste."
"Not the point."
Asuka turned toward him.
Kayden lifted his chin.
"You are used to perfect control. But awakeners read pressure too. If you show no pressure, they will either underestimate you or become suspicious. If you show the wrong pressure, they will misjudge your ability."
He pointed to the bag.
"You need to learn how to make your power look like what you want people to believe."
Asuka's expression shifted.
"A mask."
"Exactly."
She looked back at the bag.
"Speed and fire."
"Right."
Kayden's eyes narrowed.
"Show me your speed. No space. No time. No Blue. Just your body and force control."
Asuka inhaled softly.
Then moved.
The first dash was fast.
Not Jiwoo-fast.
Not his explosive, almost instinctive burst.
Asuka's speed was different.
Less wild.
Less desperate.
Her body cut across the basement with frightening silence, crossing the distance to the bag before the chain finished settling from the last hit.
She struck.
One punch.
Then another.
A pivot.
A kick.
A step out.
The bag snapped backward, then sideways.
Kayden followed her with his eyes.
Barely.
His pupils narrowed.
She was naturally fast.
Not because her body was built exactly like Jiwoo's, though there was similarity there.
No, Asuka's speed came from coordination so complete it bordered on unfair.
No wasted motion.
No hesitation.
No drag between thought and action.
The moment she decided to move, her body obeyed.
That alone would make her dangerous.
But it still carried traces of her old habits.
She disappeared from one angle and reappeared at another, always controlling distance, always refusing the center line, always keeping herself untouchable even without Infinity active.
Kayden let her finish.
The bag swung heavily.
Asuka landed lightly near the mat's edge.
Kayden stared.
"That was holding back."
"Yes."
"How much?"
Asuka considered.
Then said, "Enough."
Kayden's eye twitched.
"That is not an answer."
"It is the safest one."
"Asuka."
She smiled faintly.
"I am naturally fast. My perception also helps. I know where my body should be before I complete the motion."
Kayden's gaze sharpened.
"Again. Faster."
Asuka moved.
This time, Kayden nearly missed the first step.
The basement air shifted.
A faint pressure brushed the mats.
The punching bag jerked once.
Twice.
Three times.
Asuka appeared behind it, one hand lightly touching the side to stop its spin.
Kayden's ears flattened.
Even holding back, she was fast enough to become a blur to most awakeners.
Not at top ranker level yet in raw awakened movement.
Not with her public mask.
But with her perception, control, and timing, she would seem far faster than she actually revealed.
"Again," Kayden said.
Asuka obeyed.
"Again."
She obeyed.
"Don't step around the attack. Cut through."
She did.
"Don't pause after the hit."
She moved again.
"Don't reset your stance like a formal fighter. Let the force control do the reset."
She adjusted.
"Stop protecting your blind side."
"I do not have one."
"That is exactly why it looks suspicious."
Asuka paused.
Then nodded.
"Understood."
She moved again.
This time, her foot slipped slightly wider than necessary.
A believable imperfection.
Her shoulder turned a fraction late.
A human delay.
The next strike landed with less elegance and more force.
Kayden's eyes gleamed.
"Good."
Asuka exhaled slowly.
"Acting weaker is more difficult than being strong."
Kayden snorted.
"Obviously. Weak people do it naturally."
Her mouth curved.
"Insightful."
"I am very insightful."
"Yes."
"Why does that sound like mockery?"
"Because you are insightful."
Kayden stared.
Asuka looked innocent.
He decided to ignore it.
"Now show me Blue."
The room stilled.
Asuka's gaze sharpened slightly.
"Only briefly."
"Yes. I don't need you tearing apart your own basement."
"I would not."
"You might by accident."
"I would not."
"I don't trust that."
Asuka accepted that with a small nod, which somehow made Kayden feel less reassured.
She turned toward the punching bag.
Her right hand lifted slightly.
Nothing dramatic happened.
No glowing sphere.
No obvious vortex.
No grand display.
But the air in front of her changed.
Compressed.
Bent.
The space just beyond her knuckles seemed to deepen, as if the room had taken a breath inward.
Kayden felt attraction.
Not physical enough to drag him from the bench.
Controlled.
Precise.
But undeniable.
Blue.
Asuka had described it simply before.
A technique that attracted.
A forced convergence of space.
A negative distance made manifest.
In practice, even restrained, it was disturbing.
The hanging chain above the punching bag trembled.
The surface of the bag pulled inward slightly toward an invisible point near Asuka's hand.
Then Asuka stepped.
No.
She was pulled.
Her body moved as if the world itself had grabbed her and yanked her forward.
The distance collapsed.
Asuka arrived at the bag faster than her muscles alone should have allowed.
Her fist struck the moment Blue released.
The impact was not loud.
That was what made it worse.
The sound was contained.
A sharp, compressed thud.
The bag folded inward around the point of contact, then snapped backward so violently the chain screamed.
Asuka caught it before it could hit the wall.
One hand.
Calm.
The flame in the room's overhead light flickered though it was electric.
Kayden stared.
Asuka glanced toward him.
"That was Blue as propulsion."
Kayden's pupils had narrowed into slits.
"Again."
Asuka released the bag.
It swung once.
She moved before it returned.
Blue formed not in her hand this time, but slightly behind her shoulder.
Attraction pulled her sideways.
Her feet skimmed the mat.
She changed direction mid-motion with a second Blue near the floor, using it like an anchor to slingshot herself around the bag's side.
Her palm struck.
Then her elbow.
Then she was gone again.
Forward.
Back.
Left.
Right.
Not teleportation.
Not time stop.
Not pure speed.
Acceleration through attraction.
It was like watching someone use invisible gravity as footwork.
Kayden could barely keep up.
And she was holding back.
He knew she was.
That was the worst part.
Her Blue was restrained to fractions, flickers, tiny points of pull that vanished before they could affect the structure around them. If she used it openly, fully, the basement would not survive.
Possibly the building would not either.
Asuka stopped near the center of the mat.
The punching bag twisted on its chain.
The air smelled faintly sharp, like heat without smoke.
Kayden was silent.
Asuka lowered her hand.
"Too much?"
"No."
Kayden's voice was flatter than usual.
Asuka tilted her head.
"You are making a face."
"I am thinking."
"About?"
"How annoying you would be to fight."
She blinked.
Then smiled.
"Thank you."
"That was not praise."
"It sounded like praise."
"It was a complaint."
"That can be praise."
"You keep doing this."
"Yes."
Kayden hopped down from the bench and walked closer to the mat, circling her.
"Blue is too distinctive if anyone understands spatial abilities. But no one here will at first. If you keep it small enough, most will think it's a high-speed movement technique."
Asuka nodded.
"That was my thought."
"Use it sparingly. If you rely on it for every dash, people will notice the pull."
"I can layer it beneath ordinary force-control speed."
"Good."
Kayden looked at the punching bag.
"Now fire."
Asuka lifted one hand.
Orange-yellow flame bloomed across her knuckles.
Small tongues of light wrapped her fingers, then thinned into a close-fitting layer over the back of her hand. The heat was controlled so precisely the mat beneath her did not warm.
Kayden watched.
"Too clean."
Asuka blinked.
"If you want to look like a normal fire-type, let it move more."
The flame flickered.
More naturally this time.
Less thread.
More heat.
"Better. Again."
She moved.
This time, no Blue.
Just speed and fire.
Her fist struck the bag.
The flame flared on impact, not before.
Good.
A burst of heat.
A flash of orange.
Enough to scorch the outer layer without burning through.
She stepped in again, pivoted, and drove a second punch into the side.
The flame spread in a crescent along the contact point, then vanished before it could linger.
Kayden's eyes sharpened.
Her timing was excellent.
Too excellent.
"Delay the flame by a fraction."
Asuka adjusted.
The next strike landed, then flame burst half a beat later.
More believable.
More like an awakener whose ability reacted with impact rather than a sorcerer controlling every atom of heat.
"Good."
She struck again.
Kick.
Elbow.
Palm.
Fist.
The flames followed each blow, wrapping around her limbs in brief, controlled bursts.
Orange-yellow light flashed in the basement.
The punching bag began to smoke faintly.
Asuka noticed and reduced the heat.
Kayden noticed that she noticed before he told her.
Of course she did.
"Again. Faster."
Asuka moved.
Her body blurred.
Fire trailed after her like torn ribbons.
Not enough to reveal true control.
Enough to create visual pressure.
An opponent watching her would see a speed-type with fire reinforcement.
A close-range fighter.
Fast.
Precise.
Dangerous.
Nothing about Infinity.
Nothing about time.
Nothing about space, if Blue stayed hidden beneath motion.
Kayden's tail stilled.
This cover alone was formidable.
Not merely passable.
Formidable.
If she walked into an awakened fight with only speed and flame, she would already be a problem.
A serious one.
Her natural speed let her close distance.
Her fire gave her striking power and range intimidation.
Her perception let her read openings before they appeared.
Her force control let her waste almost nothing.
And beneath all of that waited Infinity, Blue, Red, time, RCT, whatever other monstrosities she had not even shown him properly yet.
Kayden felt something dangerous curl in his chest.
Not fear.
Excitement.
His apprentice was absurd.
Good.
Very good.
Asuka finished a sequence by stepping under the bag's swing and striking upward with her palm.
Flame flashed.
The bag jumped.
The chain groaned.
She caught it again with one hand before it hit the ceiling beam too hard.
Kayden barked, "Stop catching it."
Asuka froze.
Then lowered her hand.
The bag swung freely.
"Why?"
"Because that is another habit."
She turned toward him.
Kayden's eyes narrowed.
"You keep controlling the aftermath. Every time. You stop the swing, reduce the damage, tidy the result. That is not how most awakeners fight."
Asuka looked at the swinging bag.
"If I do not, it may break."
"Then let it almost break."
Her gaze shifted back to him.
Kayden smiled faintly.
"You're trying to look safe. Don't. You need to look dangerous in the right way."
Asuka absorbed that.
"The right way."
"People respect danger they understand. They fear danger they don't."
"So I should seem like a dangerous fire-speed awakener."
"Exactly."
"Not harmless."
"Harmless gets preyed on."
Kayden's voice hardened.
"Jiwoo can afford to look harmless only because he has people around him right now. You cannot. Not always."
Asuka's gaze quieted.
"Understood."
"Again."
This time, when she moved, she did not catch the bag.
She struck.
The bag snapped backward.
Flame burst across the impact.
The chain shrieked.
The bag swung hard, nearly hitting the far wall.
Asuka did not stop it.
Her fingers twitched once.
Only once.
Kayden saw.
But she let it go.
The bag swung back toward her.
She stepped inside the arc.
Dangerous.
A normal fighter would be hit.
Asuka tilted her body by the smallest margin, letting the bag pass close enough to brush her shirt.
Then drove her fist into it from the side.
Flame exploded.
The bag bucked sideways.
Kayden's eyes widened slightly.
Better.
Much better.
That looked like an awakener.
Not because it was stronger.
Because it was rougher.
More immediate.
Less perfect.
More alive.
"Again."
She obeyed.
Again.
Again.
Again.
The basement filled with rhythm.
Chain.
Step.
Impact.
Flame.
Breath.
Kayden corrected everything.
"Too quiet."
Asuka let her foot hit harder.
"Too precise."
She widened the flame spread.
"Too much control."
She let heat lick past the impact point.
"Too little control."
She reined it in.
"Don't turn your head before moving. It makes you look like you're seeing too much."
She adjusted.
"Don't dodge before the imaginary attack begins."
She paused.
Then nodded.
That was harder.
Her eyes saw intention early.
Her body trusted it.
To look normal, she had to delay herself.
The next movement came half a breath later.
Still fast.
But less impossible.
Kayden watched with satisfaction.
"Good."
Asuka's breathing remained even.
Not winded.
Not truly.
But she allowed her shoulders to rise and fall like someone exerting herself.
Kayden noticed that too.
"You're acting tired."
"Should I not?"
His mouth curved.
"No. Keep doing it."
She nodded.
Then moved again.
This time, she layered everything he had allowed.
Force-control speed.
A faint controlled leak of fire-type awakened energy.
Orange-yellow flames.
Human delay.
Awakener impact.
No obvious space.
No time.
No Infinity visible.
She became a blur of heat and motion.
Her first punch struck the bag's front.
Her second came from the side before it finished swinging.
A kick snapped low, flame wrapping around her heel in a brief flash.
She pivoted, using the recoil from her own impact to accelerate into the next angle.
A small Blue flickered beneath her foot.
Tiny.
Hidden under the burst of flame.
Kayden almost missed it.
Almost.
It pulled her forward half a step faster than force control alone.
Not enough to look impossible.
Enough to make her terrifying.
Her palm slammed into the bag.
The basement flashed orange.
The punching bag split along one seam.
Stuffing showed.
Asuka stopped instantly.
The bag swung sadly from its chain.
A faint trail of smoke curled upward.
Silence.
Kayden stared at the bag.
Then at Asuka.
Asuka looked at the damage.
Then back at him.
"I held back."
Kayden closed his eyes.
Of course she did.
Of course.
"I know."
Asuka's brows lifted slightly.
"That was not intended to break it."
"I know."
"I can repair it."
"With what? Reverse Curse nonsense?"
"Thread and tape."
Kayden opened one eye.
Asuka looked perfectly serious.
He snorted despite himself.
Then quickly looked annoyed that he had.
"You are ridiculous."
"I have been told."
"By me."
"Yes."
Kayden jumped onto the bench again.
"Sit."
Asuka sat on the mat, legs folded neatly.
No complaint.
No protest.
Her hair had loosened slightly from training, pale strands framing her face. Her eyes were bright but calm. A faint sheen of sweat touched her temple, though Kayden suspected even that might be partially intentional.
He stared at her for a long moment.
"You're too obedient."
Asuka blinked.
"Is that a problem?"
"It's weird."
"I thought students were supposed to listen."
"Not like that."
"How should I listen?"
"With more complaining."
"That seems inefficient."
Kayden stared.
Then muttered, "You really are Jiwoo's sister."
Asuka's mouth softened.
"Thank you."
"That was also not praise."
"It sounded like praise."
"It was despair."
"That can be praise."
Kayden dragged one paw down his face.
The basement door creaked.
The tabby peeked through the gap.
Kayden's body stiffened.
"No."
The tabby squeezed inside.
"No!"
The black cat followed.
Then the grey scarred cat.
Asuka turned her head.
"They learned how to open the door."
Kayden stared in horror.
The tabby trotted straight toward his tail.
Kayden backed up on the bench.
"Absolutely not."
The tabby jumped.
Kayden dodged.
For a cat body, his movement was excellent.
Unfortunately, the black cat used the distraction to rub against his side.
Kayden froze.
The grey scarred cat walked to Asuka and settled beside her knee.
Asuka stroked it automatically.
Kayden stared at the cats surrounding him.
Then glared at Asuka.
"This is your fault."
"How?"
"You allowed them to become bold."
"I learned from my teacher."
"Stop using that against me."
"No."
The tabby pounced again.
Kayden leapt off the bench, landed near the broken punching bag, and turned with a hiss.
The tabby skidded to a stop.
Asuka laughed softly.
For a moment, the basement was not a training room.
It was just their house.
A damaged punching bag.
A furious cat teacher.
Three cats causing problems.
A fifteen-year-old girl with impossible eyes sitting cross-legged on the mat, laughing quietly like she had not just demonstrated enough combat potential to make most awakened organizations lose their minds.
Kayden looked at her.
The laughter faded from her face, but the softness remained.
He clicked his tongue.
"Don't get comfortable."
Asuka's expression became attentive again.
"Yes?"
"You're strong. But you're not trained as an awakener yet. Not fully."
She nodded.
"Your speed is excellent. Your fire control is too good, which means you need to make it look worse. Blue is useful, but hide it. Your body reinforcement needs work. Your impact is good, but too clean. Your instincts are dangerous, but they come from a different battlefield."
Asuka listened carefully.
Kayden's voice sharpened.
"From now on, when you train under me, you train as an awakener."
Her gaze stilled.
Then Asuka nodded.
"Yes, Mr. Kayden."
No hesitation.
Kayden studied her.
"Does that bother you?"
Asuka looked down at her hands.
The fingers that had formed Blue.
Fire.
Infinity.
Hands that remembered cursed energy and blood and a blade that did not exist in this life.
Then she looked up again.
"No."
Her voice was quiet.
"Good."
The tabby used that exact moment to bite lightly at his tail.
Kayden jolted.
"You little—!"
Asuka laughed again.
Kayden rounded on her.
"And you! Stop laughing and fix the punching bag."
"Yes, teacher."
"Then we continue."
Asuka stood.
Her hand lifted toward the torn seam.
Not RCT.
Not space.
Not anything impossible.
She walked to a small shelf, pulled out tape and an old sewing kit, and knelt in front of the bag.
Kayden stared.
"You really meant thread and tape."
"Yes."
"That thing is barely holding together."
"I will be careful with it next time."
"You said that before breaking it."
"I was careful."
Kayden looked at the split seam.
Then at her.
Asuka glanced back, eyes bright.
"It broke anyway."
Kayden stared.
Then laughed.
A sharp, amused sound that came out of his cat body as something closer to a strange bark-meow.
The cats froze.
Asuka's smile widened.
Kayden immediately stopped.
"I did not laugh."
"You did."
"No."
"Yes."
"Fix the bag."
"Yes, Mr. Kayden."
She turned back to the punching bag.
Kayden sat nearby, tail curled protectively away from the tabby this time.
He watched her stitch the torn seam with the same focus she gave force control.
Precise.
Patient.
Ridiculous.
His apprentice could split a training bag while holding back, fold space with one hand, create flames hot enough to become blue, heal wounds with a technique from another world, and make herself untouchable by dividing distance infinitely.
And yet there she was.
Repairing a punching bag with thread and tape because she had broken her brother's training equipment.
Kayden huffed.
Troublesome.
But his eyes gleamed.
Very troublesome.
Very promising.
When the bag was patched, Asuka stood again.
Kayden lifted his chin.
"Again."
Asuka returned to the mat.
This time, her stance looked different.
Less sorcerer.
More awakener.
Still Asuka.
Still calm.
Still impossible beneath the surface.
But the mask was taking shape.
Speed.
Fire.
A believable lie.
A dangerous truth.
Kayden's mouth curved.
"Begin."
Asuka moved.
The basement filled with orange light.
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