Lyria dragged Pramit straight to the normal training ground.
"Stand there," she said.
Pramit stopped in the middle, looking around with half-open eyes.
"…too noisy…"
"Good," Lyria replied. "That means you'll stay awake."
Some trainees nearby noticed them.
"Isn't that the guy from earlier?""The one who caused trouble?"
A few of them walked closer.
One smirked. "So this is him?"
Pramit didn't even look.
"Hey," the trainee said, stepping in front of him. "You're making a name for yourself. Let's see what you can do."
"…mm… do I have to?" Pramit muttered.
"Yes."
"…troublesome…"
The trainee didn't wait. He threw a simple punch.
It missed.
Clean.
He paused.
"…you dodged?"
Pramit didn't answer.
He looked like he might fall asleep standing.
Second punch.
Faster.
Again—
missed.
Now people started gathering.
"…what is he doing?""Is he even looking?"
A third attack came.
This time more serious.
Before it landed—
Pramit's body shifted slightly.
Just enough.
No wasted movement.
The trainee stepped back.
"…don't mess around."
From the side, someone whispered,
"Is he pretending?""Yeah… looks like he's mocking him."
Another said, "No way someone moves like that in sleep."
Lyria frowned.
She was watching carefully now.
Is he acting?No… that doesn't look fake…
"…or is it some kind of skill?" she thought.
"Again," the trainee said, now annoyed.
He rushed in properly this time.
Fast.
Sharp.
Miss.
Miss.
Miss.
Pramit didn't react.
Didn't focus.
Didn't even open his eyes properly.
His body just… moved.
Then—
a small motion.
His hand lifted slightly.
Tap.
The trainee lost balance and dropped to the ground.
Silence.
"…no way," someone whispered."He didn't even look…"
Another said, "He's definitely pretending. There's no way."
Lyria didn't speak.
Her eyes stayed on Pramit.
Something felt wrong.
Not dangerous.
But not normal either.
Pramit yawned.
"…are we done?"
The trainee stood up, embarrassed.
"You—"
He stopped.
Didn't know what to say.
Pramit turned away.
"Lyria… I'm sleepy."
She didn't answer immediately.
Still thinking.
Still watching him.
"…we're not done," she said finally.
Pramit sighed.
"…this is why I don't like people…"
Around them, whispers continued.
Some thought he was mocking.
Some thought it was luck.
Some felt something strange.
But no one understood what actually happened
After a few moments, the atmosphere slowly settled.
The trainees stopped gathering.
Whispers faded.
No one tried again.
Lyria glanced around once, then exhaled.
"…this is getting reported."
Pramit scratched his head.
"…reported?"
"Higher levels will hear about today's incidents," she said.
He blinked slowly.
"…and?"
Lyria stared at him for a second.
"…and that's not a small thing."
Pramit yawned.
"…troublesome."
Somewhere far above the training grounds—
the situation had already moved beyond simple curiosity.
It was no longer just "a strange boy in training."
It was now an official report.
And Pramit?
He didn't even realize the direction things were heading.
He just stood there… half asleep