CHAPTER 193: Reading the Opponent
The morning light cut across the training grounds, sharp and cold. The air carried that familiar smell of iron, leather, and the faintest trace of snow.
The trainees assembled once more in neat lines, wooden weapons in hand. Their breaths rose in small, visible clouds.
Orion stood before them, the wind tugging faintly at his cloak. Everyone present was eager to learn, their gazes trained on him as he let his words settle over them.
He let the quiet stretch, then began pacing in front of them. "Before we pick up where we left off yesterday, there's something you need to understand first. One of the most important things that makes a good fighter and a good warrior isn't strength. It isn't speed. It's not even how long you've trained. Experience helps, yes, but it's not just about that."
His gaze swept across them, cold but steady. "It's how well you can read your opponent."
A murmur rippled through the trainees. Orion waited until it died down.
