"Fight me!"
Blaze pointed his flaming sword at Igaris, the flames crackling and dancing around him—clear proof that he wasn't joking.
Nina frowned, stepping forward. "Wait… how dare you interrupt our training?"
But Igaris gave her a sly smile. "Let it be, Nina. He's an old acquaintance of mine."
She hesitated. "But you don't have any weapon—"
Before she could finish, Igaris reached behind his back and pulled out a broken blade. It looked like it had materialized from thin air.
Gasps echoed through the surrounding trainees. Whispers followed.
"Did he just summon that blade from nowhere?"
"Is that… because of Space affinity?"
Igaris didn't care about the murmurs. If anything, he welcomed them. It was about time people knew he wasn't some weakling to ignore.
Nina stepped back reluctantly, still watching with concern. Blaze, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow.
