Her thoughts were racing.
Normal Soulers are already way too strong for sports made for humans. Even with all my expectations… I didn't think he'd casually kick a ball like a divine cannon.
She turned to him slowly, trying to mask her shock with a graceful smile.
Deus glanced at her, a slight tilt of his head. "Was that within the acceptable range of play?"
"…Well, normally we… aim for less destruction," she said, laughing softly, a blush creeping up her neck.
He gave a rare smirk. "Noted."
The air between them crackled faintly—not with power, but with something more… electric. Playful. Unspoken.
And with that, their 'training' had only just begun.
After the football fiasco, Ivana led Deus to a nearby court, the sun still high, bathing the open field in golden light, the air crisp with the scent of grass.
