[DAY 1 AT SEA – SUNSET]
The sun descended slowly toward the horizon—painting the sky in oranges and pinks.
Alex was on deck, practicing sword movements.
[Battle Flow] passively active—his body moving with enhanced fluidity.
Cut. Block. Thrust. Spin.
Constant repetition.
"Your movements are improving," Raven observed from the helm.
Alex stopped, wiping sweat. "Yeah?"
"Less stiff. More natural." She paused. "Though you still telegraph your attacks."
"Telegraph?"
"Your shoulders tense up before you strike. It warns the opponent."
Alex checked—attempted a cut.
Raven was right. His shoulder tensed slightly before the movement.
"Shit. You're right."
"Come here." Raven left the helm (tied to stay straight). "I'll show you."
She approached Alex.
Put her hands on his shoulders.
"Relax. Completely."
Alex obeyed—or tried to.
Hard to relax with Raven that close.
He could smell her subtle perfume. See every detail of her face.
