Underestimated

Sara stood across from Danial with a smirk, clearly amused by his confidence. "I hope you have a suitable technique," she teased. "If you think you can even scratch me with your little sword trick, you're dead wrong."

Danial’s lips curved into a mysterious smile, his gaze steady. "We'll see about that."

In the audience, Alex sneered at the sight, his eyes flashing with disdain. "Does Danial seriously believe he can compete with Sara in swordplay? The guy must be out of his mind." He crossed his arms, chuckling to himself.

Leonard, more familiar with Danial’s odd resilience, shrugged, his tone cautious. "Let’s just watch first. There might be more to him than we’re seeing."

Alex scoffed but kept his focus on the duel, mumbling, "It’ll be entertaining, at least. Can’t wait to see him humiliated."

Just as the audience was settling in, two more people entered the dueling hall—Elysia and Oliver, both engaged in an important conversation. Elysia, known as one of the academy’s “Gods of War,”