The next day arrived with the academy already filled with the sound of students moving from one building to another.
The morning air was still cool, and the paths leading toward the Practical Combat Course were gradually filled with first-year students wearing their academy training clothes.
Some walked together while talking about the previous day's lessons, while others looked half-asleep as they made their way toward the large training ground.
The moment they arrived, however, whatever calmness they had left disappeared.
A few long minutes later…
"Move your lazy asses!"
Professor Kent's firm voice echoed across the entire training field.
Several students immediately straightened their jogging posture.
"You!"
Kent suddenly pointed toward a young noble boy who was jogging sluggishly behind the others.
The boy was practically in last place.
