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The hum of the overhead lights seemed to merge with the low, serious tone of his voice. “Master Ashale, it wasn’t Sneik. It was us.”
I blinked, taken aback.
Jaxon continued, his voice smooth and unyielding. “We approached your opponents and asked them to give you an easy fight. In return, when the time comes, we promised to do the same.”
The revelation hung in the air, thick and weighty.
The whiff of leather, worn from years of use, wafted from the training gear in the corner, grounding me.
My gaze met each of their faces, searching, assessing.
“Why?” The word came out softer than I intended.
Lira answered a determined fire in her eyes. “We didn’t want to see you hurt, not after yesterday. We know you’re strong, Master Ashale, but everyone has their limits.”
A swell of emotion threatened to choke me.
Their loyalty, their genuine concern was evident.
The realization that these students, these young souls, had taken such a risk for my sake was both humbling and heartwarming.
Touching the cool, metallic hilt of my weapon, I took a deep breath.
The soft texture of the grip, worn from countless training sessions, was familiar and comforting. “I appreciate the sentiment,” I began, “but you must understand: in this arena, our honor and our word are all we have. Interfering in battles not only endangers our reputation but could lead to unforeseen consequences.”
Their heads dropped in understanding, a collective nod of agreement.
“Promise me you won’t do this again,” I said, my voice stern but calm.
Lira stepped forward, her palm outstretched. “We promise, Master Ashale.”
The feel of their hands, one by one, piling on top of Lira’s, was a tangible testament to their loyalty and commitment.
The weight of their trust, the texture of their resolve, felt like the most profound bond.
I grinned, ruffling Jaxon’s hair playfully. “Good. Now, let’s focus on our training and supporting each other the right way.”
Their collective laughter filled the chamber, a light and bubbly sound that melted away the earlier tension.
The rich aroma of camaraderie was more intoxicating than the finest wine.
Before I could immerse myself in it further, an announcement echoed through the complex. “Ashale, to the ring.”
With a smile, heart lighter than it had felt in days, I made my way to the entrance of the antechamber.
As I stepped out, the arena beckoned, but this time, I wasn’t heading into battle alone.
The strength of my students, our shared bond, was with me.
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NOVA
The day had an unusual air about it, almost like a subtle sigh of relief whispered throughout the arena.
The fluorescent lights above shone just a tad softer, casting an almost golden hue on the surroundings.
From my vantage point, everything seemed less intense, even the usually fervent crowd.
