At the academy's grand training hall, Rey stood alone, his muscles tense with determination as he worked tirelessly to sharpen his skills. His mind was focused, every swing of his sword precise, yet fueled by a burning desire to surpass Jett. The sound of steel cutting through the air echoed in the empty hall, reflecting Rey's unyielding resolve.
'Just you wait, Jett. I'll catch up to you soon.' The thought fueled him as he swung his blade, over and over, never slowing, never faltering.
