There are days when Aida cannot go to the mountain, yet the world keeps moving. Fangs flow east, heavy shields are taught, skills pass from one pair of hands to another, and those who wait become part of the same defense as those who fight. Amid those movements, a first cry rises beside the hearth. This part turns strength into something that can be inherited: a shield stance, a lesson, a household, and the beginning of a child whose future has already started.