(Rodova Military Academy – Practical Combat Arena)
"50 days! There's only 50 days left until the final Circuits selection begins!"
Major Hen's voice echoed across the arena, sharp and charged with urgency, as he blocked a lightning-fast strike aimed at his left knee.
"Minerva has already reached the Grandmaster realm! That's two of the five main Circuit team spots already locked down! So unless you want to be one of the rotation members—step up your game, Skyshard!"
Leo didn't respond. He couldn't. His body was in constant motion—ducking, weaving, striking—with a level of precision that demanded every ounce of focus.
Hen grunted as he parried another slash, sidestepping a follow-up feint, as his brows furrowed slightly in surprise when he noticed Leo's improved speed and strength.
This wasn't the same kid he sparred three and a half months ago. No… this was someone entirely different.