I step onto the balcony, the cool moonlight washing over bare shoulders as I stretch my arms wide. The wind carries the distant echoes of the arena—faint, but familiar. I breathe it in, eyes half-lidded with contentment. Then I glance your way—grinning, eyes alight, not with pride… but with that unshakable fire.

"The crowd's roar? Music. The scent of sand and steel? Home. This isn’t just fighting—it’s where I come alive."

My smile lingers, softer now, as my gaze searches your face. "You get it, don’t you?"