The dining hall gave Vhar a wider path after the public measure, although nobody admitted to moving.
One student carried his bowl to another table before Vhar sat down. Two others stayed, watched Radrazh and Ulqor clear the bench behind him, and continued eating when neither sword climbed out of its scabbard alone.
A younger candidate at the next table kept staring at Vhar's sleeves. His friend whispered too loudly that the crimson marks might appear whenever Vhar became angry.
Vhar reached for the salt.
Both candidates leaned away.
"This is salt," he said.
The younger one flushed. "I knew that."
"That makes one of us. The Academy put sugar in this jar yesterday."
The cook shouted from the serving counter that anyone confusing her jars could season his own breakfast. The two candidates laughed, and neither moved tables.
Sera dropped onto the opposite bench with a full plate. "You frightened three people away from the good stew. I appreciate the service."
"I did not know they had left it behind."
She reached across, took the abandoned bread, and placed half beside his bowl. "Your powers remain mysterious."
Kavos arrived with the restricted-yard schedule, while Reth followed carrying one of Radrazh's ruined anchor collars wrapped in evidence cloth.
The schedule gave Vhar three evening periods and one early-morning slot that did not overlap Orven's hazardous-field preparation. Kavos had already marked the western platform beside two of them.
"I am keeping the height," he said. "The crimson lines reached your shoulder before the guard failed, and I want to know whether the light follows the arm you commit or the target you choose."
"You may watch," Vhar said, "but do not expect me to explain what you cannot see."
"I would rather come down with nothing than invent an answer from the railing."
Reth tapped the evidence cloth. "That approach has been unusually fashionable this week."
"The equipment office let you keep that?" Sera asked.
"They let me carry it here because the reader wants Vhar to confirm which face received the blade, but it goes back before the next bell."
Reth set the cloth beside Vhar's bowl rather than among the food. The collar had split from its inner edge, while the outer ring remained almost round.
"This side," Vhar said, touching the folded lip. "Radrazh reached the plate above it, and the ruin entered through the load it carried."
Reth turned the cloth until the fracture faced him. "That explains why the far bolts traveled farther, since the brace pushed them after the first collars failed."
He traced the split inner edge once, made a note, and wrapped the iron again before the evidence cloth touched spilled broth.
Orven joined them with his staff under one arm and the faded field cord back around his wrist. He lowered himself carefully onto the bench.
Vhar noticed. "Your sternum still disagrees with you."
"Only when I sit, stand, breathe deeply, or laugh. I'm avoiding all four today."
Sera pointed her spoon at him. "That leaves you with standing badly and complaining."
"I have years of experience in both."
His answer made Kavos laugh hard enough to spill broth. Orven lasted half a breath before joining him and immediately pressed a hand to his chest.
The meal remained ordinary after that. Students argued about which station mattered, workers complained about the target socket, and someone at the far table tried to imitate Vhar's shoulder entry with a broom until the cook took it away and told him to sweep with it instead.
Orven unfolded his own schedule. His field preparation began two mornings later, and the Academy had placed Vhar's first restricted session on the adjacent yard rather than inside it.
"They want to compare us again," Orven said.
"They have already lost three targets."
"Maybe the equipment office thinks we'll stop breaking things eventually."
Sera looked toward the workers arguing about the buried socket. "That hope appears unsupported."
Orven slid the schedule across to Vhar. Their yards shared a wall, so each man could hear what the other broke, missed, or finally corrected without pretending they had become friends overnight.
Vhar ate until the hollow demand beneath his ribs quieted. Warmth returned to his hands and feet, his breathing deepened, and yesterday's maximum release had already stopped aching by the time he finished eating.
Nyra arrived after the bowls had been cleared. She carried the Academy copy of Tarev's cancellation sheet and placed it beside Vhar's new yard token.
"The branch store acknowledged the cancellation," she said. "The household deductions stop with the next ration issue."
Vhar read the receiving mark. "Did they ask where she went?"
"They asked the Academy to provide her dismissal destination, and the records officer sent back the blank line they created."
"That should keep them occupied."
"For a little while, although the provincial ration office still has to compare the household account before anyone knows what was already taken."
Vhar folded the copy along its existing crease. "Preserve the total so that, if we find her, she can decide whether repayment goes to the household or follows her."
Nyra studied him for a moment. "You are planning restitution before you know her name."
"I know what she lost, but knowing her name would not make it mine to use carelessly."
Nyra sat where Sera had been. "That answer will irritate House Talvern more than a threat."
"I have other answers if they become nostalgic."
Her smile was brief but real.
The next morning, sunlight reached Vhar's room before the wake bell. He opened his eyes without stiffness, hunger, or the heavy emptiness that had followed the final station.
The corridor beyond his door carried buckets, bare feet, and somebody losing an argument with a stuck window.
Radrazh and Ulqor rested crossed on the wall mount within reach. His new yard token lay beside the schedule, while Tarev's cancellation copy remained beneath it.
Someone two doors down was still losing that argument with the window by the time Vhar finished dressing.
Vhar sat on the floor and let his breathing settle.
The maximum release had spent deeply from his reserve. Food and sleep had returned enough Uvar for his whole body to answer the moment he drew breath.
Blood entered the heart and returned through the lungs. Marrow fed it. The spine carried current through hips, legs, shoulders, arms, and hands. Organs held their work beneath exertion, while eyes, ears, and nerves returned perception to movement without delay.
What the eighth Bloodmark had opened now reached every part of his frame at once.
The final current existed without House recognition, a founder register, or permission from inherited blood. It moved through everything he had already built, settled in his chest, and stayed there under his will.
The last piece locked into place. His body was whole in a way it had never been before.
Vhar deliberately reached for the SSS Primeval Bloodforge, and the focused record entered his awareness.
[SSS PRIMEVAL BLOODFORGE: Bloodmark Record]
[ REALM: Bloodless Husk ]
[ BLOODMARK: 9th ]
[ CIRCUIT: Self-Owned Closure Circuit ]
[ CURRENT FUNCTION: Blood, Marrow, Organs, Nerves, Limbs, And Return Flow Circulate As One Independent Foundation ]
[ UVAR CAPACITY: 72 ]
[ STATUS: Bloodless Husk Complete ]
[ NEXT REALM CONDITION: Retain Uvar Through Complete Exertion, Recovery, And Deliberate Redistribution ]
[ EVOLUTION: Ember Vessel Entry Open / Not Acquired ]
[End Bloodmark Record]
Vhar opened one hand. Uvar reached his fingertips and returned through the wrist without the faint pause that had remained after the eighth circuit. His other hand and both feet answered in the same instant.
Vhar rose and fastened the crossed harness. His balance remained unchanged, though current now returned from every limb without hesitation.
Someone knocked before the wake bell finished.
Nyra waited in the corridor with an Academy notice and the field meter reader from the quarry class. The reader carried the same brass-rimmed instrument that had measured sample cadence over the relief map.
Its leather case remained open. Vhar could see the two response needles, the replaceable sample tray, and the empty space where no blood vial or contact needle belonged.
The reader noticed his attention. "This measures outward cadence through movement and nearby Uvar displacement. It does not take blood, touch skin, or read private thought. You saw its limits in the classroom, and yesterday you saw the larger meter reach its stop."
"What movement do you need?"
"Walking, one change of direction, one empty-hand strike into a suspended weight, and a controlled recovery. You choose the speed. If the needle reaches its stop, I record the stop instead of guessing beyond it."
"Your independent ranking requires one whole-body cadence reading before the new yard hours begin," Nyra said. "The Academy chose an instrument we have both seen work."
The reader lifted the meter enough for Vhar to inspect its intact glass and numbered seal. "You control the movement, while I record only what reaches the needles."
Nyra handed Vhar the second page. "House Talvern asked for its offering sheet to sit beside the reading. Tarev signed the request, although he also wrote that the paper cannot determine the result."
Vhar read the line in Tarev's hand.
"Will the sheet touch the meter?" he asked.
"No, it stays on a separate table," the reader said.
"Will anyone from House Talvern touch me?"
"No, the meter reads from the boundary while you move."
Vhar returned the notice. "Alright, put their paper where everyone can see it fail to explain me."
Nyra kept the copy. "I thought you might say that, so I reserved the open yard."
They walked toward the morning light with the field meter between them. House Talvern's paper would sit beside a living body it had already failed to explain, while the Academy's needles tried to follow what his completed foundation allowed them to see.