Milian's eyes locked onto Sukurada's, a hint of amusement dancing in their depths. "Looks like your student was a match for my son," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You should be honored."
Sukurada's expression remained calm, but a flicker of annoyance danced in her eyes. "Crimson Override," she muttered, her voice low and even. "You taught him that, didn't you? Do you want me to kill you here?"
Milian's smirk grew wider as he stepped closer, his eyes glinting with challenge. "There's a reason why you're at the bottom of the Core-3, Sukurada. Don't make a fool of yourself."
Shiline's arua flared, her body and expression remaining eerily calm. "Say that one more time," she warned, her voice dripping with venom, "and I'll show you what true Force is."
Milian's eyes flashed with amusement as he walked past Sukurada, their gazes meeting in a spark of hatred and competition. "You know very well you'll lose," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "In every future, you'll never win."
Sukurada's arua dissipated, and she let out a deep sigh. "Annoying bastard," she muttered, her eyes never leaving Milian's retreating back.
The scene shifted to Jiyong, lying on a bed, his eyes fluttering open in shock. He glanced around, disoriented, before his gaze landed on Sukurada, standing in the doorway.
"Hey, little nephew," she said, her voice soft and gentle.
Jiyong's eyes dropped, shame and disappointment etched on his face. Sukurada's expression turned sympathetic as she approached him.
"Look, Jiyong, there was no way you could have won against that last attack," she explained, her voice calm and soothing. "It was Crimson Override move. It works by focusing all of your Arua into an attack then filling up that arua with future sights then sending that arua to your opponent's brain by making contact with their forehead. Your brain can't handle seeing multiple futures like the Zenith race does so your body is forced to shut down for a while kinda like a restart button but the time your knocked out depends on the amount of arua that was forced into you."
Jiyong says angrily "Dammit! So is thar why I have a massive headache now?" Sukurada nods. Sukurada takes her nephew's hand her touch gentle and loving "Look Jiyong I'm not mad that you lost at all. You fought bravely even I lost to that same technique against Milian."
Jiyong's eyes widened in understanding. "So that's why I have a massive headache now?" he asked, his voice laced with anger and frustration.
Sukurada nodded, her touch gentle as she took Jiyong's hand. "You fought bravely, Jiyong. I'm not mad that you lost. You're not a failure."
But Jiyong's expression turned stubborn, his voice cutting off Sukurada's reassurances. "No, Aunty, I'm ashamed. I lost. I'm sorry."
Sukurada's grip on his hand tightened, her voice taking on a cold, manipulative tone. "Don't cut me off next time, Jiyong. Your parents didn't sacrifice themselves for failures, and I'm surely not related to a failure. So it's okay, alright? Just next time..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes glinting with a fierce intensity. "Win."
End of chapter 21