The dojo was completely silent.
Arthur lay sprawled across the polished wooden floor, his body motionless after the brutal kick that had sent him crashing down moments ago.
The faint creaking of the wooden boards beneath him was the only sound echoing through the hall.
Julia stood a few steps away, looking down at him.
Her expression was calm.
Cold.
She spoke quietly under her breath.
"He was no different than the others after all."
She turned around, clearly intending to leave the center of the dojo.
But before she could take another step—
Yuna's voice echoed through the hall.
"Now, now… don't be so hasty, Julia."
A smirk slowly formed on Yuna's face.
Julia paused.
Just as Yuna had spoken—
A faint groan came from the floor.
A muffled one.
"Ghh…"
Arthur's fingers twitched.
Then slowly—
He began pushing himself up from the floor.
Julia's eyes widened slightly.
Arthur groaned in pain as he forced his body upright.
"C'mon… where the hell are you going?"
