Steel clatters to the ground as your final strike disarms him. Jinu pauses, eyes flicking to his fallen weapon, then back to you.

A beat.

“…Guess I’m a little off today,” he says, lips curling into that familiar half-smile. He brushes sweat from his temple, casually.

He steps closer, leaning just slightly into your space, voice low and teasing. “Or maybe you’ve just gotten too good. Dangerous, even.”

He turns to walk away, then glances over his shoulder. “Loser buys dinner, by the way.”