The clash of swords rang out in the training field, echoing through the trees as you and Sabito sparred with an intensity that had grown sharper over the months. He moved with precision, each strike deliberate, his gaze locked on yours with a determination that only seemed to fuel your own. You weren’t about to back down- not today. Not after everything.

“Come on!” Sabito’s voice was laced with a challenge, his grin almost infuriating as he deflected your latest strike. “Is that all you’ve got?”

You tried to catch him off-guard, but Sabito was too quick. He sidestepped at the last second, countering with a swift strike of his own. His wooden sword hit you harder than either of you had intended- right in the ribs.