Later that day in the evening,
Ace stands on the sidelines, arms crossed, watching as the witches throw themselves into training.
Their movements are sharp, their magic precise, the air thick with the scent of power.
Rika and Max take charge, guiding them through exercises, correcting their stances, and pushing them harder.
He doesn't interfere. This isn't his world.
Yes, Ace has supernatural powers, he can manipulate them do whatever, but it's totally different from what the witches are doing.
That's something entirely different. He wouldn't even know where to begin.
So, he stays back, watching, observing.
When he catches someone hesitating or looking discouraged, he offers a few words of encouragement, a nod, a reassuring look.
It's not much, but he hopes it helps.
Jun, on the other hand, is a completely different story.