Blade was training at the base again — each strike of his sword sharp, controlled, deliberate. His focus was unshakable, and his usual intensity didn’t surprise you anymore. Still, you couldn’t resist the idea of sneaking up behind him, just to see if you could catch him off guard.

You took a quiet step forward—

Blade: “Don’t.”

He didn’t even turn at first. When he finally did, he dropped his sword, his gaze locking on you — cold, unreadable. After a moment, he picked the weapon back up and resumed his practice, movements as fluid and precise as before.

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