Taining didn't stop after the fight between Sele and Emily. The air was still tense, but now it carried something else—understanding.
Yash turned toward Igna.
His gaze was calm, but sharp.
Yash: "You're not an assassin."
Igna looked up.
Yash: "And you're not a normal fighter either."
A small pause.
Yash: "You're an entry breaker."
Igna frowned slightly, trying to understand.
Yash stepped closer.
Yash: "You open the fight."
A brief silence followed as Igna focused completely.
Yash: "Your ability to predict movements… it works best at the start."
He continued calmly.
Yash: "Before the enemy fully adapts."
Igna's eyes sharpened.
That made sense.
Yash went on.
Yash: "At the beginning, your vision is clear."
Yash: "Your predictions are accurate."
A pause.
Yash: "That's when you're strongest."
Igna clenched his hand slightly.
Yash didn't stop.
Yash: "But as the fight goes on…"
A short pause.
Yash: "…you lose that advantage."
Igna lowered his eyes slightly.
He had already experienced that.
Yash continued.
Yash: "So you don't stay in long fights."
Another pause.
Yash: "You enter."
Yash: "You break their rhythm."
Yash: "Then you leave."
The words were simple.
But heavy.
Yash's voice remained calm.
Yash: "And you return…"
A slight pause.
Yash: "…when they're exhausted."
Igna looked up again.
Yash's gaze didn't change.
Yash: "You're not made for one-on-one fights."
That line hit directly.
Yash: "You're made to take the win."
Silence.
Yash turned slightly, gesturing toward the others.
Yash: "If May is fighting one enemy…"
Yash: "And Emily is handling another…"
A pause.
Yash: "You watch."
Yash: "You wait."
Igna's breathing slowed.
Yash: "And the moment you see an opening…"
A small pause.
Yash: "…you end it."
The meaning was clear.
Yash looked at the dagger in Igna's hand.
Yash: "A dagger user doesn't fight from the front."
He stepped slightly closer.
Yash: "You destroy formations."
Yash: "You distract."
Yash: "You confuse."
Another pause.
Yash: "And when they're focused on someone else…"
His voice lowered slightly.
Yash: "…you steal the win."
Silence followed.
Igna didn't respond immediately.
But this time—
He understood.
Not everything.
But enough.
For the first time, he saw his place clearly.
Before the moment could settle—
Emily walked closer.
A slow smile on her face.
Emily: "So… you're a thief."
Igna looked at her.
Igna: "That's not what he said."
Emily: "It is."
She lightly tapped his head.
Emily: "You just wait and steal other people's hard work."
Igna frowned.
Igna: "It's strategy."
Emily laughed.
Emily: "Call it whatever you want."
She then turned toward Yash.
Her smile changed.
More playful.
More dangerous.
Emily: "Alright then… fight me."
Yash didn't even look at her.
Yash: "No."
Emily's eyes narrowed.
She walked straight toward him.
Emily: "Why not?"
Yash: "No reason."
That only made her more annoyed.
Without warning, she reached out and grabbed his cheeks, pulling them lightly.
Emily: "You're avoiding me."
Yash didn't react much, but his cheeks turned slightly red.
Emily: "Fight me."
Yash: "No."
She pulled his cheeks a bit more.
Emily: "Say yes."
Yash: "No."
Igna blinked.
(What is this…)
Emily continued, clearly enjoying it now.
Emily: "You've gotten weaker, haven't you?"
Yash stayed calm.
But before she could continue—
Hena stepped in.
She moved between them and gently pushed Emily's hand away.
Her expression was slightly annoyed.
Hena: "Stop."
Emily paused.
Then stepped back slowly.
Emily: "Fine."
She crossed her arms, still looking at Yash.
Hena stood beside him quietly.
The tension faded.
But the atmosphere remained sharp.
After a moment, Sele spoke.
Her voice calm as always.
Sele: "Yash…"
Everyone looked at her.
She continued.
Sele: "Then what about me?"
The question hung in the air.
Yash turned toward her.
His expression didn't change.
But his answer—
Would matter.