Narrator: Go get him, Sir San! I’m sure Pasha had it coming. By the way, Amr’s earlier pain wasn’t Lady Nani’s fault—it was simply because blessings react differently to her methods. Also, I quite like Lady Nani. It’s a pity she won’t be around for long. If only she weren’t so… simple-minded.

Amr couldn’t help but feel a surge of admiration for Sir San. “Wow,” he thought, running to the shattered window to get a better view. “He can make his body hard as steel or soft as cotton. The only drawback is that the harder he is, the slower he gets. That’s incredible.”

Peering outside, Amr saw Sir San facing off against Pasha, the academy’s oldest and most respected student. The tension in the air was palpable as the two squared off.

“One day, I’ll be even stronger than them,” Amr muttered, clenching his fists. “Just wait.”

Sir San brushed off some dirt as he got to his feet. “You’ve gotten stronger, but you’re still a baby,” he said, mocking Pasha with a smirk.

Pasha stood his ground, his voice sharp. “At least I’m not old like you. How was your little flight?”

Sir San chuckled sarcastically. “Fantastic, thanks to you. I’ll add ‘window repairs’ to my to-do list.”

“Oh, someone’s grumpy today,” Pasha shot back, a sly grin spreading across his face.

Without warning, Sir San rushed forward.

Amr’s eyes widened in amazement. “He’s softened his body to move faster,” he muttered, analyzing the fight.

Just before Sir San’s punch connected, his body hardened into steel. But as the punch neared its target, Pasha suddenly shifted the air around him, creating an invisible force that pushed everything away.

The resulting gust was powerful, whipping up dust and debris. A small rock, caught in the whirlwind, struck Amr squarely on the forehead.

“Ugh…” was all he managed before collapsing, knocked out cold.