Chapter 174: The Edge of Precision
Snow crunched under boots as the wind swept across the training grounds, carrying the scent of pine and cold iron. Breath came out in pale wisps as the trainees shifted restlessly, forming into their newly assigned groups. The morning air bit with sharp freshness, the kind that woke the blood and burned the lungs—but it wasn't enough to dull the nervous energy sparking between them.
"Before we begin," Orion said, his voice carrying through the training grounds. "I need you guys to know that I'm not going to go easy on anyone. Be you an amateur or not. There's a reason you all...sorry, 99.9percent of you are training to be fighters."
The moment he said 99.9percent, his gaze found Sophia's. She knew what he meant, that she was that 0.1 percent. If only they were alone right now. Too bad she had pushed for him to even train the trainees too.
