The courtyard was silent except for the rustle of the trees—until a sudden crackle of blue lightning split the air.
Bo stood at the center of the training grounds, breath shallow, fingers twitching. Around him, sparks danced like wild spirits, licking the air with electric hums. He looked shocked, not from the power—but from himself.
"Bo..." Jin muttered, eyes wide. "That wasn't just energy. That was sentient lightning."
Everyone stared. Even Yooha had paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as if reading a deeper meaning behind the crackle.
Bo laughed awkwardly. "Guess the secret's out, huh?"
"Secret?" Xie Luan tilted his head. "That was... ancestral class lightning."
Bo looked away. "I didn't want to use it. Not yet. But when I saw Kaien almost fall off the arena, something inside me snapped."
Jin stepped forward, placing a hand on Bo's shoulder. "You saved him. You control it now."
Bo chuckled, but his gaze was distant. "I don't control anything, Jin. This lightning... it belongs to someone I don't want to become."
Meanwhile, Yooha walked past them silently. Her eyes met Bo's for a split second—then looked away. Not fear. Not curiosity. Recognition.
Jin noticed.
As the night fell, Jin sat on the rooftop of their dorm, his private journal open beside him. His pen hovered above the page—but his thoughts were heavy.
"Yooha… who are you really?" he whispered.
The door creaked. Bo popped his head out, grinning. "Don't write poems about me, bro. My lightning's too hot for your pages."
Jin threw a pillow at him.
They both laughed, but something electric lingered in the air.
A storm was coming.
End of Episode 30( continue)