Axel and Blitz stood on the sparring arena, wooden daggers in hand, their eyes locked on Miyu, who remained unarmed in front of them.
Axel bounced lightly on his heels, warming himself up. Blitz, on the other hand, adopted a more relaxed stance, though her eyes were filled with mischief, a look that promised she was ready for whatever Miyu would bring.
Blitz raised an eyebrow, glancing at Miyu, who stood with her arms casually folded, seemingly unfazed by the situation.
"So," Blitz said, a teasing smirk curling on her lips, "what's the deal, Miyu? You don't even have a weapon. You sure you're up for this?"
Miyu's lips curled into a small smile. She shifted her weight, standing in a relaxed but confident stance.
"Don't think too much about it," she replied. "All I've got are some training sessions with my brother. I don't really know how to use any weapons yet. So for now, I prefer to use my fists."