Clearing Arya's Doubt!

As dusk settled over the quiet street outside, a warm golden glow filled the small townhouse. Inside the kitchen, the sound of a knife rhythmically chopping against a cutting board echoed softly.

Arya stood by the counter, slicing beef with practiced precision. The savory aroma of spices already danced through the air.

"You know," she said with a playful sigh, "ever since I awakened as an Archer, cutting things has gotten so much easier."

Raymond, seated comfortably at the guest table, leaned back and smiled. "Makes sense. With the class awakening, your arm strength definitely improved. It's no wonder slicing meat feels like a breeze now."

He remembered the old days, how she used to struggle when cutting tougher cuts or splitting bones. Back then, he'd always step in to help. But things were different now. She was growing stronger, and it showed in more ways than one.