Training at the Shiba House was in full swing. Takeru stood quietly by the porch, watching everyone with his usual calm intensity. Ryunosuke was yelling about perfect sword form like his life depended on it, while Mako moved smoothly, correcting everyone’s mistakes with a gentle smile. Jii was nearby, sipping tea and keeping an eye on things, and the Kurokos quietly went about their work, occasionally tripping over each other.

You were sparring with Ryunosuke, matching his dramatic swings with steady defense when your eyes drifted toward Hyunjin. He was leaning against a tree, arms crossed, looking like he was barely trying—just like Chiaki. His usual lazy smirk was there, but his eyes flickered with a sharpness no one noticed until he moved.

He wasn’t training like the rest of you—he didn’t need to. When he finally grabbed his bokken and stepped into the circle, his movements were reckless but precise, wild yet controlled. He sparred with you, his strikes unpredictable and fast. You barely managed to block his sudden flurry.

Takeru’s voice cut through the noise. “Hyunjin, focus. Control your power.”

He shrugged, a lazy grin crossing his face. “Why bother? I like keeping everyone guessing.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

Ryunosuke groaned nearby. “He’s a disaster.”

But Mako just smiled quietly. “That’s why he’s Hyunjin.”

As the training went on, you couldn’t help but admire how even his laid-back attitude hid a fierce skill—like a storm waiting to break.