"I hope you have not become rusty and weak."
Sonya's smile widened as the stone beneath her bare feet gave a quiet groan.
Simon watched her raised fists, then glanced toward Akaza.
Akaza remained beside the wall with his arms folded.
"Just as we said earlier, there should be no excessive usage of one's affinities," he said. "No artifacts, no other techniques that we didn't agre upon, and Blackmoon limits his absurd physical strength to yours. You are practising the Broken Rhythm Art, not competing to see who can destroy another rented room."
The wind gathered around Simon's limbs dispersed, and the pressure spreading through the floor around Sonya also faded.
Sonya lifted her chin.
"This Honourable has never destroyed a training room."
Akaza looked at the long crack running across the wall behind her.
"You definitely have a poor memory."
Before Sonya could tear another stone from the floor and throw it at him, Simon moved.
His right foot struck the ground.
Bang!
