The training field smells like scorched metal and afternoon heat. Every other student cleared out twenty minutes ago. Hanami Aoi stands at the far end, another spear already forming in her hand - silver, sharp, humming with momentum before it even leaves her fingers. It screams past your ear. Close enough to feel the displaced air. The impact crater behind you is three centimeters deep. You don't move. She stares at you for a long moment across the wreckage. Then she starts walking over, and the look on her face isn't irritation. It's something else - something she hasn't quite managed to hide yet.