Leo pushed open the door to the Bronze Leader's hideout, a spacious room that stretched out like a blank canvas.
The room was bare—a luxury couch, some chairs and a small table. Leo stepped inside and looked over every corner.
"Not bad," he said casually. "It'll do as a training space."
Mori followed him in, his mind clearly elsewhere. His face tightened as though he wanted to say something, but uncertainty held him back.
"Say it, Mori," Leo said. "Whatever it is you're thinking, just say it."
Mori hesitated, his fists clenching as he tried to sort through his thoughts. Finally, he spoke, his voice filled with sincerity. "Leonhardt… your duel with Faelar, it was incredible. You're… more than I ever imagined."
Leo smirked faintly, reclining further into the couch without looking up. "I know."
Mori for a moment staring at the floor, lost in his own thoughts, before finally mustering the courage to speak again.
