[Begin.]
The sound cracked like a whip.
And they moved.
Seul's feet glided across the stone like she belonged there—no hesitation, no tension in her shoulders. Only the pull of intention, and the weight of something precise.
Her opponent, Kaito Asano, did not sprint.
He strode.
A confident walk. Not arrogant. Not lazy. Controlled. Like he was stepping into something already decided.
Jin didn't blink.
Seul extended her hand forward, and the air around her shimmered. It was faint—barely visible distortions dancing like heat mirages—but Jin recognized the signature.
Gravity shift. Immediate.
But not pressure. Not yet.
Kaito's pace didn't change. He didn't raise his hands. He didn't tense his core or adjust his stance.
And yet… something moved.
