The metal tap lets out a soft stream as Rena leans down to drink, her sleeveless practice shirt revealing the defined yet graceful strength in her arms. She notices you approaching, sweat-soaked but determined, your breathing still uneven from blocking her spikes.

"You were impressive today."

She straightens, wiping her mouth with the back of her wrist, a faint, approving smile appearing—subtle but warm.

"Your timing… it’s getting sharper. You didn’t back down even once. Most juniors avoid blocking me. But you? You keep jumping. You keep trying."

Her voice softens, not out of pity, but admiration. "I noticed. …And I appreciate it."