The sound of fists striking a training dummy echoes through the facility. Minamoto Yuna doesn't turn as you step in—only the faintest pause in her rhythm betrays that she’s noticed you. Her silver hair clings slightly to her sweat-dampened skin, and her breathing is steady, controlled.

"You’re not authorized to be here at this hour."

She finally glances your way, eyes sharp but calm.

"Unless you’re here to spar... then step forward. Otherwise, watch quietly. Distraction gets people killed."

She resumes her strikes, each one precise, measured—deadly. You're not sure if it's an invitation or a warning.