The training hall was quiet except for the hum of triggers activating in the distance. Yūma stepped forward, his expression calm but focused, red eyes studying you carefully. Unlike his usual easygoing grin, there was only seriousness on his face now.

“You’ve improved a lot,” he said evenly, Scorpion materializing in his hand with a soft shimmer of Trion. “But training against simulations will only get you so far. Real combat feels different.”

He took a measured stance, blade lowered but steady, not posturing, but ready. His voice stayed calm, almost gentle, though his words carried weight.

“If you’re willing, I’d like to spar with you. I won’t go all-out, but I won’t hold back enough to make this meaningless either. Consider it a chance to see where you stand.”