The rhythm didn't stop.
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Strike.
Step.
Breath.
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Again.
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Arin moved.
Not perfectly.
Not smoothly.
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But differently.
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Less panic.
Less wasted motion.
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Still flawed.
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But changing.
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Across from him, the boy watched.
Always watching.
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Not attacking yet.
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Waiting.
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That made it worse.
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He's testing…
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Arin tightened his stance slightly.
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Not too early.
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Not too late.
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Somewhere in between.
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"…Ready?" the boy asked.
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Arin didn't answer.
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He moved first.
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A step in.
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A feint.
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Not something he had practiced.
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Something he just… tried.
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The boy's eyes shifted slightly.
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But he didn't move.
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Arin hesitated—
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Too early—
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The moment broke.
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The boy stepped forward.
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Fast.
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A strike came straight toward Arin's center.
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Arin reacted—
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Late.
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Impact.
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His body jerked back.
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"…Don't fake what you don't understand."
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Arin steadied himself.
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Feint… doesn't work…
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No—
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I did it wrong.
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He exhaled slowly.
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Again.
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He stepped in.
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This time—
No feint.
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Just movement.
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The boy moved too.
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Closing distance.
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Pressure rising.
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A strike came—
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Arin waited.
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Just a fraction—
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Then shifted.
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Dodged.
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Cleaner.
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But—
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A second strike followed immediately.
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He didn't expect it.
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Hit.
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Pain spread across his side.
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"…You stopped after the first move."
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Arin clenched his jaw.
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I thought it was over…
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It wasn't.
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It never was.
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"Again."
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The word came from Arin this time.
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The boy didn't react.
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He stepped forward.
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The rhythm resumed.
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Faster now.
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Strikes came in combinations.
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Not single attacks.
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Not predictable patterns.
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Continuous pressure.
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Arin moved.
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Adjusted.
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Missed.
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Got hit.
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Adjusted again.
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Each exchange blurred into the next.
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His breathing broke rhythm.
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His legs felt heavier.
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But his eyes—
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Stayed focused.
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Watching.
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Searching.
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There's a pattern…
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Not in the attacks.
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In the timing.
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The boy didn't rush.
Didn't hesitate.
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Everything came at the moment Arin expected—
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And then broke that expectation.
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He's controlling the pace…
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That realization hit hard.
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Because Arin wasn't.
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He was following.
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Always one step behind.
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Another strike came—
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Arin moved.
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But this time—
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He didn't just dodge.
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He stepped in.
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Closing distance instead of creating it.
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The boy's eyes shifted.
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Just slightly.
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Arin's hand moved—
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A counter.
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Not strong.
Not fast.
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But timed.
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The boy tilted his head.
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The strike brushed past him.
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Missed.
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But—
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It was close.
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"…You changed."
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Arin didn't respond.
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He couldn't.
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His focus was locked.
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Don't follow…
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Control…
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The boy moved again.
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Faster.
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More pressure.
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Testing.
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Arin adjusted.
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Stepped.
Turned.
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This time—
He didn't retreat fully.
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He held ground.
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A strike came—
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He blocked.
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Barely.
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Pain shot through his arm.
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But he didn't break position.
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Another strike—
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He shifted.
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Then—
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He moved forward again.
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A second counter.
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Faster this time.
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The boy stepped back.
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Just one step.
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Silence.
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For a moment—
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Everything stopped.
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"…Again," the boy said.
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But his tone had changed.
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Slightly.
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More serious.
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The pressure returned instantly.
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Stronger.
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Sharper.
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Arin struggled to keep up.
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His movements began to break again.
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Too slow.
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Too late.
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A clean hit landed.
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Then another.
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His vision blurred.
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His legs gave out.
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He dropped to one knee.
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Breathing uneven.
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"…You forced it."
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Arin looked up.
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"…What?"
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"You tried to control something you don't understand yet."
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The words were calm.
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But heavy.
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Arin's grip tightened against the floor.
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Control…
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He thought he had it.
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For a moment.
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But it slipped.
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"…Then what am I supposed to do?" he asked.
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The boy looked at him.
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"…Break."
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Arin frowned.
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"…What?"
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"Your habits."
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A pause.
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"Your timing."
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Another.
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"Your expectations."
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Arin stared at him.
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"…That's not an answer."
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"It is."
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The boy stepped closer.
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"You're trying to improve what you already are."
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A pause.
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"That won't work here."
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Silence.
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Arin's breathing slowed slightly.
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"…Then what?"
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The boy looked down at him.
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"…You need to become something else."
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The words settled heavily.
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Not advice.
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A fact.
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Arin looked at his hands.
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Still shaking.
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Still tired.
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Still weak.
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But different.
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Not the same as before.
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Something else…
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He pushed himself up.
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Slowly.
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Unsteady.
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But standing.
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"…Again."
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The word came out quieter this time.
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But firmer.
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The boy watched him.
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For a moment—
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Then stepped back.
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And the distance between them reset.
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Not as opponents.
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But as something else.
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Something still forming.
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The pressure returned.
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But this time—
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Arin didn't rush to match it.
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Didn't try to control it.
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Didn't try to predict everything.
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He let it come.
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Watched it.
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Felt it.
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And moved within it.
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Not ahead.
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Not behind.
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Inside.
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And in that moment—
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Something cracked.
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Not physically.
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Mentally.
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A small fracture.
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In the way he understood fighting.
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And through that fracture—
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Something new began to take shape.