Rachel looked at Garion, her voice quiet but uncertain.
"Are you really sure… You want to take me?"
Garion nodded without hesitation. "Of course I am."
Rachel's eyes lowered.
"But… you know about my condition, right? My body isn't like everyone else's."
Garion chuckled softly, resting his hand on the table.
"Of course I know. In this clan, that weakness is seen as a curse."
He leaned forward slightly, his tone firm but warm.
"But the God Gym isn't like this place. We don't care about bloodlines or talent."
Rachel blinked, looking up at him. "Then… what do you care about?"
Garion smiled.
"Effort. That's all. If you can move, you can improve. That's the only rule that matters."
Rachel looked at him, still uncertain but with a bit of hope.
"You really believe that?"
Garion smirked. "I built an entire sect on it."
She laughed softly and a little sadly.
"Then maybe there's hope for me after all."
Garion's tone turned firm, though his smile remained.
