In the sparring ring on the second floor of Perfect Gym, Iida and Air stood facing each other. The session was set for two rounds of light sparring—controlled and careful. The goal wasn't to land heavy blows but to train without sustaining injuries that might interfere with Iida's upcoming fight on New Year's Eve.
The gong sounded, and Air sprang into motion, her footwork light and precise. She darted toward Iida and away again in a mesmerizing rhythm, circling him like a predator testing its prey.
