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Morning found Nathaniel in the grip of pain. His body, etched with a lattice of scars from yesterday's game, throbbed unbearably. A sudden shaking shattered the silence—it was Jean Moreau. Noticing his teammate's awakening, Jean stepped back, his voice dry yet insistent: 'Sorry, it's necessary. If you don't hurry, the King will be displeased.' Twenty minutes remained until practice. Kevin, no doubt, was already on the court. Nathaniel pushed himself up, swallowing a groan, and began dressing quickly, checking his bandages. Some wounds still bled. He ran a hand through his fiery red hair and shot Jean a defiant look. 'He won't do anything to us.' But Jean just gestured at the scars. 'You've already gotten your share. You know what our king is capable of...'