Chapter 202: The Rhythm of Motion
Orion turned, sharp eyes sweeping across the rest of the trainees who had frozen mid-drill, their gazes glued to Sophia. "Why are you guys staring?"
Nia spoke up. "Because we can't believe our eyes."
"What?" Orion asked her.
Nia played with the wooden shortswords in her hands. "How did you do it?" she asked Sophia.
Sophia blinked, not understanding what Nia was trying to ask. "Do what?"
Nia stepped closer, her curiosity bright in her green eyes. "You were fumbling with your footing just yesterday — we all were — and now you're moving like you've been doing this for weeks." She turned to Dren, who gave a short nod of agreement, the determined glint in his eyes momentarily softening with amusement. "It's like you're… way ahead of us."
Sophia's brows furrowed. "Way ahead?" she asked, and they nodded. "But I just did what he told us to do," she said, pointing towards Orion.
