Renja adjusted the grip on her practice glaive for the third time. The weight wasn't quite what she was used to, but complaining would only make her look unprepared or self-important. Everyone was subjected to the same rules and she had known about competition weapon picking for months.
Her gaze kept drifting to where the Yecine heir - their first opponent - tested form with a blunted greatsword. The tall cultivator's swings each cut through the air and ended exactly where intended despite the unfamiliar blade. Even in light practice, the teenager carried that particular polish that spoke of endless drills.
'Another entitled family heir.'
The thought didn't quite hold its intended bitter edge. Not after watching how he had warned others during the tower climb when he didn't have to. Facing someone trained by that family was both intimidating and... exciting. A chance to test herself against their vaunted heavy sword style.