The Academy's training hall was transformed into a complex battlefield. Walls shifted, platforms rose and fell, and phantom cursed energy mimicked the chaotic movements of the antagonist. Aya stood at the center, Infinity pulsing steadily, Six Eyes tracking every subtle fluctuation of energy around them.
Gojo's voice echoed from above, calm yet piercing. "Aya, this is the first full rehearsal. Treat it as the real assault. Every phantom represents potential enemy strategies. Lead, anticipate, coordinate, and control. Your allies are extensions of your perception—use them."
Aya inhaled, grounding herself. "We'll treat this as reality. Every move, every adjustment, every feint counts."
Ren, Mina, and Arata took their positions, energy threads weaving together seamlessly with Aya's. Each was hyper-aware of the battlefield, responding instantaneously to her subtle cues.
The simulation began. Phantom enemies attacked from multiple angles simultaneously, feints layered upon feints, each move calculated to test their coordination and adaptability. Aya's Six Eyes flared, tracing every energy thread, anticipating attacks before they even began. Infinity responded, bending space subtly to guide enemy movements, creating controlled zones, and protecting allies.
Ren intercepted a flanking strike while Mina countered a central surge. Arata monitored distant approaches, positioning himself to cover any potential breaches. Aya's mind orchestrated every motion, every adjustment, every defensive and offensive maneuver.
The simulation escalated. Environmental shifts challenged their movement—platforms collapsed, walls rotated, cursed energy nodes pulsed unpredictably. Aya adjusted Infinity to redirect attacks, signaled allies to reposition, and predicted enemy feints in real time.
Hours passed in intense coordination. Aya refined strategies, integrated contingencies, and tested her team's reactions under extreme pressure. Every success and every error was noted, adjusted, and corrected immediately. The team's synchronization grew tighter, their response faster, their understanding of battlefield orchestration deeper.
Gojo's voice cut through the tension. "Good. Now increase the complexity. Layer attacks, randomize feints, force dynamic adaptation. Treat failure as unacceptable."
Aya's pulse quickened. The final wave of the rehearsal arrived, layered with unpredictable feints, multi-angle assaults, and shifting terrain. Infinity flared, Six Eyes scanning, energy threads weaving through the battlefield, connecting every ally's movement into a cohesive strategy.
Ren intercepted a high-speed attack, Mina created a counter-zone midair, and Arata anticipated a distant feint, blocking the approach before it could reach the team. Aya bent space, redirected energy, and guided the battlefield's flow with precision, integrating all lessons from previous simulations.
Finally, the simulation ended. The phantom enemies dissipated, the shifting terrain stabilized, and silence filled the hall. Aya exhaled, muscles tense but mind sharp, analyzing every movement, every decision, every success.
Gojo descended, nodding slightly. "Aya, that was flawless. You've integrated foresight, Infinity, Six Eyes, and perfect ally coordination. You controlled every layer of this rehearsal as if it were real combat. You are ready to face the next assault."
Ren laughed, relieved and amazed. "Aya… battlefield orchestrator. That was incredible."
Mina smiled, pride evident. "Every signal, every command—executed perfectly. We're prepared because of your guidance."
Arata's silent nod conveyed acknowledgment. "Coordination, perception, strategy—executed under simulated pressure. We're ready."
Aya exhaled, energy threads cooling. She felt the subtle presence of the antagonist beyond the Academy, preparing, observing, planning. We've rehearsed every scenario, integrated every lesson, and synchronized every move. Nothing will surprise us.
Gojo's voice floated softly. "Rest tonight. Tomorrow, we transition from rehearsal to real confrontation. Your preparation will face its ultimate test."
Aya gazed at the faint glow of the city lights, anticipation and determination unwavering. This is the culmination of preparation. Every lesson, every thread of energy, every strategy has led us here. We are ready. The real assault is coming—and we will dominate it.