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Iris's POV...
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the training yard. I stood there, sweat dripping from my brow, my fingers clenching around the hilt of my sword.
The air was thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and the tang of metal. The rhythmic clinking of steel on steel was a familiar melody in our household, one that I had grown up with and come to cherish.
My name is Iris Aero, and for as long as I can remember, I've been in the shadow of my older sister, Raya. She is the epitome of perfection—beautiful, graceful, and an extraordinary swordswoman.
At sixteen, Raya had already earned a reputation that stretched far beyond our estate, even beyond the borders of Central Domain. The Aero name was known across the world, synonymous with unparalleled skill in swordsmanship and honor in battle.
