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Kristina leaned against the railing of the training hall, arms crossed, watching Valt spin his Bey with unstoppable energy. He stumbled, laughed, and tried again, sweat shining on his forehead yet eyes burning with determination.
Something stirred in her chest. At sixteen, she was supposed to be the composed one, the experienced blader guiding the younger. Yet every time she saw him give everything to his battles, something soft and warm bloomed inside.
Valt looked up to her, grinning at her with that fearless smile. Kristina’s heart skipped—just once this—and she quickly looked away, wondering what this feeling meant, at least this time
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