Unspoken Respect Beneath the Morning Sky
Upon seeing Yana Tyson, the young martial artists training within the Tyson household courtyard immediately straightened their postures and greeted her warmly.
"Young Miss!"
"Good morning, Young Miss!"
Their voices echoed across the spacious training grounds beneath the pale golden morning sun. The sound of fists cutting through the air and wooden staffs clashing slowly came to a halt as more eyes turned toward her.
Admiration filled every gaze.
To the younger generation of the Tyson Family, Yana Tyson was more than just the daughter of the household head. She was their pride.
Her long black hair swayed gently behind her as she walked beside Julian D'Aurelius, her bright orange eyes calm yet naturally commanding. Even dressed casually after an exhausting night, she still carried the sharp aura of a martial artist who had stepped through countless battles.
In the hearts of these young martial artists, she was practically untouchable.
