"Alright. You may all return to your seats."
The students turned and walked back.
Stella folded her arms.
"I noticed something earlier," she said. "There are swordmen in this class who can already release their aura. You should have raised your hands when I asked."
She looked around the room.
"Don't hide your strength."
"If you have it, show it."
"Because in this academy, hiding talent only delays your growth."
The class fell silent.
Rowan sat down quietly.
But Stella's eyes followed him.
Sword saint…
With no openings.
So this is my first time meeting a sword master.
Rowan leaned back slightly in his seat.
I could tell she was watching me.
Not casually.
Not out of curiosity.
But carefully.
She was observing him.
Measuring him.
Judging him.
She wanted to know what he was capable of.
That much was obvious.
But she doesn't know my real strength.
She only saw my defense.
She only saw how well I protect myself.
That was all she could read from him.
