Arthur stood barefoot on the rough sand, every small movement sending sharp waves of pain through his battered body.
His ribs throbbed with each breath, his shoulders felt unbearably heavy, and even standing upright felt like a task his body wanted to refuse.
He shifted slightly and winced. "…Are we really starting right now?" he asked, his voice strained.
Yuna stood in front of him, calm as ever, her eyes silently observing him as if measuring every weakness he had. She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she asked, "What do you think your biggest weakness is?"
Arthur frowned. "Right now? Everything."
Yuna shook her head. "No. Be specific."
Arthur clicked his tongue. "Fine. I'm injured, I'm tired, and—"
"Wrong." Her voice cut through him sharply.
Arthur's brows furrowed. "…Then what?"
Yuna stepped forward. "You lack strength."
Arthur blinked. "…That's it?"
