Special Trainings

In the training room, the relentless thud of punches echoed through the air.

The onlookers stepped back, their faces tense, and when Larion was finally thrown aside, all eyes turned to the girl at the center of the chaos.

"What... what is she?" someone whispered in disbelief.

Lyra, unfazed, pulled her power back and glanced around with cool detachment. She grabbed a towel from a nearby rack, wiped off the sweat, and quietly walked out of the room.

Zinnia and Mandy exchanged glances, shrugging. And they headed off to another part of the gym to continue their own training.

Silence swallowed the room.

Some people rushed over to pick up Larion, who was crumpled on the ground, and hurriedly carried him off to the clinic.

Meanwhile, in the corner, a group of young men slipped out, murmuring among themselves.

"No wonder the school was so set on bringing her in. She's terrifying. Is she really just a freshman?"