The arena lights dimmed.

  And for a breath a long, suffocating one the world was silent.

  You’d think that with hundreds of students watching, with instructors and Division heads leaned into observation decks like vultures, the arena would be chaos.

  But no.

  Right before your name is called in a place like this, all you hear is your own heartbeat.

  Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

  My palms were dry, which was a bad sign.

  I’m usually relaxed. A little lazy. A little too confident.

  But this?

  This wasn’t just a test.

  This was a statement.

  And my opponent…

  “Match Three Lynn Kurosaki versus Rei Minahara.”

  ...was the last person I wanted to fight.

  And maybe the first I needed to.

  I stepped into the arena as the overhead shutters peeled open, revealing the simulated environment: neutral terrain, open-field with high walls, scattered stone cover, limited visibility beyond the dust line.

  Perfect for a Shadow Essentia user.

  But Rei had trained in more than just open combat. Her kinetic control was surgical.

  She could turn pressure into scalpels.

  And right now, she was standing across from me expression calm, uniform crisp, eyes unreadable.

  “Ready?” she asked.

  “Always,” I said, forcing a smirk I didn’t feel.

  The bell rang.

  And the storm began.

  I activated my shadow threads immediately, sending two spiraling toward her left and right.

  She didn’t dodge.

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  She stepped through them, shifting her weight like she was dancing between cracks in glass. With a flick of her wrist, a kinetic shock snapped through the threads, unraveling them mid-air.

  I gritted my teeth and ducked behind one of the stone slabs.

  She wasn’t giving me time to breathe.

  Think. She reads momentum. She’ll punish hesitation.

  I cast a shadow clone let it dart wide right then tunneled underground using short-range displacement.

  When I emerged behind her, her head had already turned.

  “Too slow,” she whispered.

  She twisted her fingers, and I was launched backward, my ribs slamming against a stone wall.

  Pain exploded across my side.

  I staggered up and dropped two shadow anchors in the arena thin, almost invisible tendrils designed to snare her feet if she got careless.

  She advanced anyway, boots tapping light against the dust.

  She’s not falling for anything today. She’s studying me.

  I stepped sideways into a deeper pool of shadow one of mine and emerged beside her with a spinning back kick.

  She caught it.

  Redirected it.

  I hit the ground on my back but rolled just before a kinetic pulse shattered the earth where my skull had been.

  “Stop holding back,” she said, coolly.

  I grinned up at her. “You sure you want me to?”

  That, for the briefest second, made her flinch.

  I changed tempo.

  Dove straight at her, not bothering with stealth—just fists.

  She moved faster than I remembered but I was reckless now, and that made me unpredictable.

  She launched a pressure burst toward my gut. I caught it with a shadow brace.

  She blinked. Surprised.

  Then I twisted behind her, cast a shadow mirror, and used it to reflect the pressure burst back.

  It hit her square in the ribs.

  She went skidding.

  It wasn’t clean.

  She caught herself, but her eyes narrowed.

  “You’ve been practicing,” she said, voice still level, but something inside it shifted.

  I stood tall. “And you’ve been watching.”

  We clashed again closer, harder.

  I could feel my Essentia thinning, the edge of fatigue creeping in.

  She was still sharp. Still refined.

  But I was desperate.

  Desperate to show her something real.

  We both struck at once her pressure versus my shadow burst and the arena shattered in blinding light and void.

  When the dust settled…

  She was standing.

  I was on one knee.

  Rei landed the last hit.

  Barely.

  She looked down at me.

  And for a moment… there was something in her eyes.

  Not trust.

  But not dismissal either.

  “Match ends Victory:Rei Minahara.”

  The bell echoed again.

  Rei walked off without a word.

  But she paused half a heartbeat before the tunnel swallowed her.

  She didn’t look back.

  She didn’t have to.

  I’d earned her attention.

  For now.