Yujin and Aika stood face to face, poised in the circular arena, a mere 10 meters in diameter—a space far too small for Awakened combatants.

“Take your time. I’ll allow you three free moves,” Aika offered, her tone calm and unwavering.

“Thank you, Master. Please wait just a moment,” Yujin replied, gripping his katana tightly.

He didn’t rush. Three chances to strike freely weren’t an opportunity to waste recklessly. Like a wolf stalking its prey, Yujin meticulously prepared his attack.

First, he drew his katana—a special weapon crafted solely for this occasion. It wasn’t just any blade; this was a …