The outer zone held steady for just four minutes before Robert decided to venture deeper into the forest.
Just four minutes spent wandering along the edge of the forest—where the trees are spaced out enough to let beams of sunlight filter through the canopy and the ground is mostly free from the tangled roots that take over deeper inside. Here, the wildlife is limited to the subtle movents of beasts that have figured out how to stick close to the forest's edge, avoiding the more inhospitable areas further in.
Rank One territory. The kind of ground where a pair could collect cores steadily and safely and finish three days with a respectable but unremarkable score.
He stopped walking. Sai stopped two steps behind him without being told to.
Robert looked at the forest ahead—at the point approximately sixty ters forward where the trees began closing together, the spacing between them tightening from wide to narrow, the light through the canopy going from columns to fragnts, and the ground disappearing under the first serious layer of root systems and undergrowth that marked the transition from the outer zone into the mid-zone and beyond.
He did not look at it long. Rank One cores were one point each. A pair could hunt this outer zone for three days and nights without serious risk and finish with perhaps ninety points if they worked without pause. Rank: Three cores were twenty points each. Three Rank Three cores in one day was sixty points. The math was not complicated.
The outer zone was where careful pairs went. Careful was not the plan.
He looked at Sai.
Sai was already looking at him with the sa expression he used when he had processed the sa information Robert had and was waiting for the decision rather than the reasoning. He had understood the point structure the mont Elder Veylan Lie finished delivering it. He had probably reached the sa conclusion Robert was about to state within the first three minutes of walking.
Robert spoke just two words: "We go deep." Sai's gaze fell on the forest in front of him—the trees closing in, the light splintering, and the ground fading beneath a ss of roots and underbrush. He took a breath to soak it all in, then nodded in understanding.
They moved. The transition from the outer zone to the mid-zone was not a line — it was a gradual shift that arrived before you noticed it had begun.
The trees thickened first.
Not dramatically, just consistently—each step forward adding density to the canopy above until the light through it stopped being columns and beca sothing more broken and horizontal, falling across the forest floor at angles that changed constantly as the canopy moved in the wind above.
The ground shifted in an instant—the smooth, well-trodden ground of the outer zone transford into a surface that demanded careful navigation with each step. Roots jutted out from the soil in haphazard patterns, while the underbrush between the trees transitioned from sparse to thick and tangled.
The sound changed last and most significantly. The outer zone had carried a particular quality of forest noise—distant, layered, the sound of a space that was active but not pressured. The mid-zone was quieter in a way that was not the sa as peaceful. The beast activity here did not announce itself.
It moved between trees without sound, where the outer zone's beasts had not bothered to conceal their movent. The silence between Robert's footsteps and Sai's footsteps was not empty silence. It was a listening silence.
Robert took a mont to slow down and adjust his movents. This was not the training yard he was used to. It was not the soft ground of the outer zone. Instead, this was a territory that favoured those who moved through it with a sense of ownership, while it made life difficult for those who seed like they were just passing through, hoping to blend in.
There was a difference between those two approaches, and it lived in the quality of every step.
He activated Swift Turn — not to its maximum power, but just enough to muffle his footsteps so they blended in with the natural sounds of the forest floor around him.
Beside him, Sai shifted into Nine Shadows Step at its lowest functional level—the technique's afterimage pressure suppressed, the departure reduction working in reverse to make his existing movent quieter rather than his transitions faster.
They had not discussed this adaptation. They had not needed to. Thirty days of training had produced the particular understanding that converted theory into instinct before the conscious decision to apply it had fully ford.
They moved through the mid-zone, like the forest expected them to be there.
Twenty minutes in, Robert stopped them with one raised hand. Sai was still three steps away.
Fifteen ters to the left, partially obscured by a cluster of thick-trunked trees, sothing was moving with the heavy, deliberate quality of a Rank Two beast in its established domain.
Not hunting. Patrolling—the particular movent pattern of a beast that had survived long enough in its zone to have developed spatial ownership of a specific area and the habits that went with it.
Robert tuned into the beast's movent by listening to the sounds it made—the unique rhythm of its weight pressing down on the root-covered ground, the timing of its steps, and the noticeable lack of any speed changes that would suggest it had sensed sothing that called for a shift in behaviour.
They waited. The beast's movent continued its patrol rhythm. Unaware. Unhurried.
It had not detected them. He looked at Sai. Made a brief hand signal — the one they had developed in the building's training sessions for identifying a target's position and movent direction without speaking.
Sai received it and adjusted his position by two steps to the right—putting a large tree between himself and the beast's likely sight line while opening his angle for approach.
They waited. The beast's movent continued its patrol rhythm. Unaware. Unhurried.
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