Leon was panting heavily, his sword dragging against the ground as he stepped away from the smoldering battlefield.
Another brutal fight.
This time, in the territory of the demons.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, sweat dripping down his face as blood stained his armor—most of it not his own. The demon forces were Are Smart and much strategic than he thought coordination, traps,
It reminded him of something else.
Someone else.
Akashi.
Ever since that crushing defeat at his hands, Leon had trained relentlessly. Day and night. No rest. No distractions. That battle had carved a permanent scar into his pride—not of shame, but of drive.
He hadn't heard anything about Akashi since then.
No sightings.
No updates.
Nothing.
But deep inside, Leon hadn't stopped thinking about him. He wasn't sure if Akashi was a rival… or simply a wall too massive to climb. But either way, he would catch up.
