"Remember Yakima, this is a friendly battle," Hayatobi said with a frown, his voice carrying a subtle weight that grounded the swirling crimson energy radiating from his daughter.
"I know that, Lord Hayatobi... I won't kill them. Even if they get injured, they will have one full day to rest," Yakima said, staring analytically at the three students. Her tone was clinical, treating the upcoming clash as a mere logistical exercise.
Hayatobi turned around to face the trio—Austin, Aurelia, and Rose.
"Three of you," he began, his expression shifting into that of a strict mentor. "I don't need to say anything about her strength." He looked over his shoulder at his elder daughter.
"Something must have triggered her anger, anyway. She won't kill you, so don't worry, give it your all." He offered an encouraging, albeit terrifying, smile.
"Remember, your schoolmates and classmates are watching from the stands. Don't make fun of yourself."
