Lin Fang shrugged, sheathing the blade. "It's just preference. Daggers feel more natural. Faster. Closer. I like ending things before the enemy even knows I'm there."
"You're the holder of the system," Alpha replied calmly. "Preference is temporary. Limitations are optional."
Lin Fang snorted quietly. "That sounds like something a system spirit would say."
Alpha didn't deny it. "Think about it. Swords, daggers, bows, spears. Magic, close combat, long-range suppression. There's nothing stopping you from mastering all of it eventually."
Lin Fang leaned back against the fading boundary of the Training Grounds, crossing his arms as he considered that. "Eventually," he repeated. "That word does a lot of heavy lifting."
"All you need is proper guidance," Alpha continued. "A good teacher shortens the path."
That struck closer than Lin Fang expected.
