Without dwelling on the subject any further, both father and son walked toward the center of the arena. Each of them picked up a wooden katana, the weight familiar in their hands, their grips tightening around the handles.
They stepped a few paces away from each other and took their respective fighting stances, gripping their katanas firmly.
The air between them grew tense, the atmosphere charged with silent anticipation.
But before either of them could move and attack, a knock echoed through the training ground door.
*TUK*
Both of them turned their heads toward the entrance, where Namari stood, her sharp gaze fixed on them. Her presence at the training ground was unusual, considering how she had never once interrupted Renan's training sessions with Gracen before. As they locked eyes with her, she spoke with a straight face, her voice calm yet firm.
