Arden, Eliza, and Clara stood near the training area, watching as the twins and Dahlia did the crazy bench press.
Clara wiped her forehead and groaned. "Ugh, Master already made them do it. We're next, aren't we?"
Arden crossed his arms, looking calm but uneasy. "Of course not."
"Those three are always the troublemakers. We're the disciplined ones… supposedly."
Eliza nodded in quiet agreement. "True. But still…"
She turned toward Clara with a raised eyebrow. "For you, Clara, I wouldn't be too sure."
Clara blinked, pointing at herself. "What? Why me? I've been behaving!"
Arden gave her a flat look. "You tried to race the twins during warm-ups."
Clara frowned. "That was training motivation!"
Eliza sighed softly. "You yelled, 'Last one to finish owes me dinner,' and nearly tripped three people in the process."
Clara scratched her cheek awkwardly. "...Okay, maybe that was a little too much enthusiasm."
