The murmurs hadn't settled yet.
Kyung Min rolled her shoulders, looking completely unfazed despite just sending Doyun flying across the training grounds. Doyun was still lying on his back, muttering something about how his ribs were probably shattered.
Jin scanned the recruits. They weren't just watching anymore—they were studying.
Before, these fights had been just another obstacle to overcome. Now, they were something more. A chance to understand what made someone strong. What made someone win.
Jin let the silence stretch. Then—
"Next fight."
A pause. No one moved at first, and then—
Yujin stepped forward.
She moved with the same energy she always had—fast, eager, like she was waiting for this moment. Like a predator that had finally found a target.
Jin wasn't surprised. Yujin lived for fights. She was raw talent—aggression, speed, sharp reflexes. She didn't hesitate. She didn't overthink.
She cracked her knuckles. "I'll go."
Then another figure stepped forward.
Mina.
