The training chamber felt calm and quiet, the silence was so deep that Leo could hear his own heartbeat, steady and strong, the cool air buzzing.
Gidon stood across from Leo, his tough frame in a plain gray tunic, graying beard framing a face both stern and curious. Leo, in his neat academy uniform, arms crossed, crimson eyes sharp with a small, confident smirk.
Gidon's voice boomed through the quiet, rough but full of respect. "These past two days, I've put you through every test I could think of. Your skills? A damn arsenal—too many to track. But your hand-to-hand combat? Every move is meant to killing, precise as a blade."
Leo's smirk grew, a flash of pride in his eyes. His past life as Leo Carter, a skilled assassin, had made his body a weapon, every hit deadly, his smirk speak for him.
