Morning arrived quietly—but peace did not.
Inside the tent, Arthur lay sprawled across the ground, fast asleep, his body still recovering from the brutal training of the previous day. For a brief moment, there was silence… the kind that almost felt earned.
Then—
SPLASH.
A bucket of ice-cold water crashed over him.
Arthur's entire body jolted violently as he shot upright, gasping, his soaked hair clinging to his face. "The hell—?!" he snapped, his voice sharp with shock and irritation as water dripped down his clothes.
He looked up—
And froze.
Standing before him were three young women, all dressed in fitted training suits. At first glance, they looked nearly identical—clearly sisters—but the differences revealed themselves quickly.
