Si Hon exhaled quietly, his lips parting as he broke the silence.
"Okay… what do you even want…?"
His voice came out low, steady, stripped of the earlier chaos. Not aggressive. Not mocking. Just… direct.
But behind that calm—
(I already know what she wants.) His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her, watching every subtle shift in her expression. (I just need to not make it obvious.)
For a brief second, Aeloria didn't answer.
Her gaze, which had been locked onto his before, slowly drifted away, sliding to the side as if the weight of eye contact had suddenly become too much to hold. The tension in her shoulders didn't disappear— but it changed, tightening in a different way.
Then, quietly—
"Martial Arts section." Her voice was softer now. Not weak— just… controlled. Careful.
Si Hon blinked once.
"Huh…?"
