{Elira}
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"Not at this time." The professor paused. "However, those who rely on such tactics will face stricter observation moving forward. Founder's Day combat represents ESA's strength and honour. Cheap tricks make it look otherwise."
The words were directed at everyone, but they felt like they were meant for me.
I swallowed hard and stared at the mat beneath my feet—he mat where I had cried. The mat where I had finally felt like I belonged.
And now, it was as if that victory had turned sour overnight.
When the meeting was dismissed, I waited until most of the others had filed out before I quietly slipped out of the hall.
The evening air was cool, but it couldn't chase away the tightness in my chest. I walked slowly, replaying every word Professor Pierce had said.
A cheap trick.
Shortcut.
Not ESA's honour.
Each word gnawed at my chest.
I hadn't meant to cheat. Rennon had taught me that move as a last resort, a way to defend myself if I had no other choice.
