No blades. No Skills. No brute strength.
Next—
Instinct would reign.
Not dominance — but harmony.
The announcer's voice echoed:
"In this Taming Trial, each ranger will face a series of creatures — from the gentle to the wild, from the mundane to the mythical. The one who tames the most shall be named victor!
A long pause.
"Round one… begins now."
From the underbrush hopped six mossback hares, creatures known for their skittishness and camouflage pelts that mimicked mossy stones.
Luka knelt quietly, palms open.
No commands. No bait.
He waited.
One hare, unsure at first, crept toward him. Luka didn't move. Didn't breathe too hard. When the hare came within arm's reach, he scratched gently behind its ears.
Another joined shortly after.
Two tamed.
Ardyn used a silent whistle — sharp, high-pitched. The hares paused, then obediently circled him. One sniffed his hand. Another brushed his leg.
Two tamed.
Score:
Luka – 2
Ardyn – 2
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