The next morning came cold and bright. The air over the Magnus courtyard shimmered faintly, carrying the tension of what everyone knew—it was their final day of training before the academy entrance exam. For the cousins, it was the last test under Asher's guidance. For Asher, it was the moment to see how much they had truly learned.
He stood waiting before dawn, his sword already drawn, the courtyard swept clean. When the cousins arrived, their faces were serious. There were no smiles this time, no casual greetings. Each of them had the same focused look—determined, steady, and aware that this was the last chance to prove themselves.
Asher gave them a single nod. "This is your final day," he said. "Tomorrow, you'll stand before the academy instructors. Today, you'll stand before me—at your best."
He drew his blade in one smooth motion. "Half strength. No holding back on intent. You will fight as if tomorrow already started."
