A Hero's Way of Facing the Unknown
Videl started to think of every possible scenario. The morning air felt unusually still, as if even the world around her had paused to watch what decision she would make. Sitting by the edge of her bed, her sapphire eyes unfocused, she let her thoughts branch out in every direction—possibility after possibility, outcome after outcome. This was one of the things Victor tried to teach her back in the day. Not just how to swing a blade, but how to think before the blade ever left its sheath.
Back then, she hadn't cared much for it.
Her world had been simple—steel, motion, impact. The clarity of a fight was something she understood instinctively. Strategy, anticipation, layered thinking… those had always felt distant. Unnecessary.
And now—
She found herself wishing she had paid more attention.
"…What would he do here…" she murmured under her breath, her fingers unconsciously tightening against her thigh.
