Training grounds at the academy were supposed to be structured—timed strikes, coordinated movements, clear commands. None of that mattered to Justin Law. With his headphones blasting music loud enough to be heard faintly from a few feet away, he moved across the training floor like he was in the middle of his own personal concert. Every step hit the beat perfectly, every swing sharp and dramatic, completely ignoring the instructions being given.

Attempts to get his attention barely worked. Justin only tilted his head slightly, as if he heard something far away, before going right back to moving with the rhythm in his ears. When someone finally stepped directly in front of him to stop the performance, he slowly lifted one side of his headphones.

For a moment he listened.

Then a small, amused smile appeared on his face.

Justin simply placed the headphone back over his ear, turned the music up a little louder, and went right back to training exactly the same way—perfectly in sync with the beat, and completely in his own world. 🎧💀