Infinite System Inheritor Return From The Abyss

Seojun stood at the edge of the training field, arms crossed, his eyes calmly observing the spar. The heavy air of the Ethereal Grounds didn't seem to bother him at all. The others stayed silent, watching with focus. Hannah stood on one side of the field, her insect-like wings slightly open behind her back. Yoora, already in her stance, looked calm and confident.

Since Hannah's second awakening, her body had clearly changed. Her speed was faster, her movements sharper, and she didn't get tired as easily. Although she still wasn't used to fighting seriously, everyone could tell—Hannah was no longer weak. She could now match Yoora's physical strength, at least in short bursts.

Still, Hannah seemed nervous.

"Uhm… please be gentle on me, Yoora," Hannah said with a small voice, brushing her hair behind her ear.

Yoora chuckled softly and cracked her knuckles. "Hannah, you're not weak anymore."

Hannah gave a faint smile. "Well then… no hard feelings?"

"Obviously," Yoora replied, her eyes sharpening with focus. "This is just a friendly spar. But do your best. It's an insult to me if you hold back."

But Hannah was holding back. She shifted her foot nervously and avoided Yoora's eyes. Sparring against monsters was one thing, but fighting a friend felt different. Her hands were slightly shaking.

Yoora saw the hesitation. She narrowed her eyes. Without warning, she suddenly kicked the ground with force, sending a wave of dust flying toward Hannah's face.

"Ack—!" Hannah covered her eyes with her arm, blinded by the sudden dust.

But Yoora had already moved.

In a blink, Yoora had circled behind her. Her shadow stretched across the ground just as Hannah felt a breeze behind her ear. She ducked low just in time, Yoora's kick slicing through the air where her head had been a second earlier.

Hannah quickly jumped back, wings buzzing lightly, but she didn't counterattack.

Got it! Here's the continued chapter in basic English, with longer sentences and adding your idea about Hannah's background as a healer and her fear of losing control.

Chapter: Hannah's Doubt

Hannah kept her eyes down, avoiding Yoora's gaze. Her hands were still slightly shaking, and her wings folded close to her back like she wanted to disappear.

She was a healer. She was always used to standing behind the others, watching over them, keeping them safe, never fighting at the front. That was her role. That was what she believed she was good at.

Even after her second awakening gave her new strength, she couldn't help feeling like she didn't belong in a spar like this.

"I'm not supposed to be strong," she whispered under her breath.

Yoora tilted her head. "What did you say?"

Hannah took a step back. "I… I used to be so weak. I still remember it. Every time I went forward, I would end up being saved by someone else. I almost died before, remember? What if this power I have now… what if I lose control again? What if it's not really me?"

Yoora blinked, her face softening for a second.

Seojun's voice suddenly spoke from the side, clear and calm. "It's normal to be afraid of change. Especially for someone who was always on the backline."

Everyone turned their eyes to him as he slowly walked a few steps forward.

"But strength doesn't change who you are. It just shows more of what's already inside you. And Hannah, I didn't choose you to stand behind anymore."

Hannah's eyes widened.

"You have this power now for a reason," Seojun continued. "It's not borrowed. It's not a curse. It's yours. Learn to control it. Learn to trust it. Or it will control you."

Yoora smiled faintly. "See? Even Professor agrees with me."

Hannah slowly looked down at her hands again. She clenched them tightly, feeling the steady pulsing of mana under her skin. This power was strange and still new, but… it hadn't taken over. Not yet.

Maybe she could trust it. Maybe she just had to trust herself first.

She took a deep breath and raised her head.

"…Okay," she said quietly, then looked at Yoora again. "I'll try."

Yoora grinned. "That's all I wanted to hear."

Hannah moved back quickly, her boots skidding a little on the soft dirt. She barely dodged Yoora's fast punch aimed at her shoulder. A second later, Yoora's foot swept low toward Hannah's legs, but Hannah jumped lightly, avoiding it.

Everyone could see she was trying hard not to attack.

Yoora frowned. "Hannah, don't just dodge. I can't train you like this."

"I-I'm trying!" Hannah said, breathing heavier. "I just… I'm not used to this…"

From the side, Nayoung crossed her arms and looked toward Seojun. "I think Hannah is not the best partner for Yoora, Professor. Hannah still believes she belongs in the back. She hasn't accepted her new role yet… and even now, she's struggling."

Jinhyu, standing beside her, nodded. "She's trying. I won't lie, she's a fast learner. She picked up some techniques already, and her movements are smoother than this morning. But… something's blocking her. She holds back."

Seojun didn't answer right away. He kept his eyes on the fight, watching the way Hannah moved.

Then he said clearly, "Hannah is the best partner for Yoora."

Nayoung blinked. "Huh? But—"

Jinhyu looked at Seojun too, surprised by the firm tone.

Minseok quietly walked over and stood next to Jinhyu, curious. "Why her, Professor?"

Seojun looked at them calmly. "Because Yoora's greatest strength is her speed and raw power. She doesn't hesitate. But that's also her weakness—she never pauses to think."

He pointed toward Hannah, who had just avoided another blow and now stood her ground with her arms raised.

"Hannah, on the other hand, is all caution and patience. She observes. She analyzes. If she learns to move with confidence, she will become the type of fighter who not only sees the danger… but knows how to stop it without waste."

Jinhyu was quiet for a moment. Nayoung sighed. "Well… if you say so, Professor…"

Back in the field, Yoora suddenly dashed forward again, faster this time.

But this time, Hannah didn't back away.

Instead, she lowered her body slightly and shifted her weight to the side. Yoora's punch grazed past her shoulder—and with a quiet breath, Hannah raised her palm and gently pushed Yoora's arm to the side, redirecting the force without blocking it directly.

Everyone noticed it.

Yoora stopped. Her eyes widened a little. "You… countered?"

Hannah blinked. "I-I did?"

Yoora laughed, impressed. "See? It's in you. You just need to trust it."

Hannah slowly smiled, for the first time since the spar started.

On the side, Seojun turned around. "Jinhyu. Nayoung. You two are next."

Minseok raised his brows, watching curiously. "This'll be fun…"