The hall didn't change.
The same dull lights.
The same sounds of impact.
The same cold air pressing down on everything.
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But something about it felt different to Arin.
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Not the place.
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Him.
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He stood near the empty space again, his guard raised.
No one had called him.
No one had instructed him.
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Still—
He moved.
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A step forward.
A shift in weight.
A turn.
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He stopped.
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No…
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He reset.
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Slower this time.
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He lifted his guard again.
Focused on his stance.
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Why am I moving like this?
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That question lingered.
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Yesterday—
He had moved to avoid being hit.
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Today—
That wasn't enough.
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He stepped again.
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This time—
He paid attention.
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His feet.
His balance.
His breathing.
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Each movement felt awkward.
Unnatural.
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"…Too stiff."
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A voice came from the side.
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Arin turned.
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The boy who had been sitting on the rooftop ledge yesterday now stood a few steps away.
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Calm expression.
Sharp eyes.
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"…You're watching me?" Arin asked.
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"Not really."
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The boy stepped closer.
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"You're just easy to read."
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Arin frowned slightly.
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"…What does that mean?"
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The boy stopped in front of him.
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"It means I know what you're going to do."
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A pause.
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"Before you do it."
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Arin's grip tightened slightly.
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"…That's not possible."
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The boy tilted his head slightly.
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"Move."
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Arin hesitated.
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"…What?"
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"Move like you were."
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Silence.
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Arin slowly stepped forward.
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Then shifted his stance.
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Prepared.
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The moment he did—
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The boy moved.
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Fast.
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Too fast.
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Arin's eyes widened—
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A hand stopped inches from his guard.
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Right where his face would have been.
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He froze.
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"…See?" the boy said calmly.
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Arin's heartbeat rose slightly.
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"…How did you—"
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"You told me."
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Arin blinked.
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"…What?"
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The boy stepped back.
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"Your shoulders."
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A pause.
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"Your feet."
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Another.
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"Your breathing."
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Arin stared at him.
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"…That's enough to predict someone?"
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"Yes."
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No hesitation.
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"No," Arin replied.
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A brief silence.
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Then—
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"Again," the boy said.
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Arin didn't argue this time.
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He moved.
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Carefully.
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Trying to change something.
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Anything.
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The boy watched.
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Then moved again.
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Different angle.
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Same result.
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Stopped just short of impact.
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"…Still obvious."
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Arin clenched his jaw.
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"…Then what am I supposed to do?"
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The boy looked at him for a moment.
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"…Stop deciding too early."
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Arin frowned.
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"…That doesn't make sense."
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"It will."
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A pause.
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"Eventually."
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That wasn't helpful.
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But something about it stuck.
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Deciding too early…
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The boy turned slightly.
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"Watch."
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Arin blinked.
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"…Watch what?"
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Instead of answering—
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The boy stepped into the open space.
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Another student approached him.
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Without words—
They began.
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A spar.
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The opponent attacked first.
Fast.
Direct.
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The boy didn't react immediately.
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He waited.
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Just a fraction longer than expected.
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Then moved.
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Clean.
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Minimal.
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No wasted motion.
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He didn't dodge early.
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He didn't commit too soon.
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Each movement happened at the exact moment it needed to.
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Nothing extra.
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Nothing forced.
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Arin's eyes followed closely.
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He's not predicting…
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He's reacting… but not like me…
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Another attack came.
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The boy shifted.
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Then countered.
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The opponent stumbled.
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The fight ended quickly.
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Clean.
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Controlled.
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The boy stepped back.
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No celebration.
No expression.
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Just calm.
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He turned back to Arin.
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"…You see it?"
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Arin hesitated.
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"…You didn't move until the last second."
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"Wrong."
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Arin blinked.
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"…Then what?"
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The boy stepped closer again.
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"I didn't decide until the last second."
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Silence.
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"…That's different?"
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"Yes."
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A pause.
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"When you decide too early…"
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He pointed slightly at Arin's stance.
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"You lock yourself into that movement."
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Another step.
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"You become predictable."
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Arin's eyes narrowed slightly.
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"…So I should just… not decide?"
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The boy shook his head.
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"…You prepare."
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A pause.
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"…But you don't commit."
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That—
Made more sense.
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A little.
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"…Try again," the boy said.
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Arin raised his guard.
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This time—
He didn't focus on moving first.
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He focused on waiting.
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Watching.
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The boy stepped in.
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A strike came.
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Arin's body reacted—
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But he held it.
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Just slightly.
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Then moved.
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Late.
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But cleaner.
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The strike missed.
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Barely.
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"…Better."
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The word came without emotion.
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Again.
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Another attack.
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Arin waited.
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Then moved.
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Still not perfect.
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Still rough.
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But different.
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Less forced.
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More natural.
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His breathing steadied slightly.
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His movements slowed—
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But became sharper.
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Then—
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A strike slipped through.
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Hit.
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Pain shot through his arm.
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He flinched.
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"…Too late."
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Arin exhaled sharply.
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"…So which is it?"
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A hint of frustration slipped through.
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"…Too early or too late?"
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The boy looked at him.
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"…That's what you figure out."
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Arin stared at him.
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No answer.
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No explanation.
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Just that.
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Figure it out…
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The same pattern.
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No one gives the full answer.
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They only point.
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And expect him to reach it.
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Arin lowered his guard slightly.
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Then raised it again.
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"…Again."
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The word came from him this time.
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The boy didn't react.
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He simply stepped forward.
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And the pressure returned.
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But this time—
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Arin didn't rush.
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Didn't panic.
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Didn't decide too early.
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And didn't freeze too late.
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He stayed in between.
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Uncertain.
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But learning.
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Watching.
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Adapting.
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The hall echoed with movement.
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But for Arin—
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Everything narrowed down to one thing.
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Timing.
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Not just when to move.
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But when to decide.
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And somewhere in that space—
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Between instinct and thought—
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His eyes began to change.
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Not in appearance.
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But in what they saw.
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Patterns.
Gaps.
Possibilities.
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And for the first time—
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He wasn't just surviving the fight.
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He was beginning to understand it.