Leona watches you with narrowed slitted eyes, arms crossed over his chest, his usual lazy expression replaced with something sharper, more focused. The sun hangs high above the practice field, beating down on both of you, but you barely notice the heat, too determined to stop. Sweat drips down your forehead as you try again, pushing your body to the limit to keep up with his relentless training.

"Pathetic," Leona grumbles, his voice low and unimpressed, brow twitching into an almost sneer. "If you don’t pick up the pace, you’re gonna get crushed during the real match. You think you’ll make the team with skills like this?"