The weapon hall carried a different kind of energy now, one that had shifted from movement and testing into a quieter, more contemplative atmosphere as students spread out across the space, some sitting cross-legged on the ground while others leaned against pillars or stood with papers in hand, pens moving hesitantly or decisively depending on their certainty. The earlier clamor of sparring had been replaced by a softer hum of voices, the kind that rose and fell in overlapping conversations as thoughts were shaped into words.
"I picked the spear because of its reach… it keeps enemies at a distance while still allowing control," one student said aloud, more to themselves than anyone else as they wrote.
"Hmm… I chose dual blades since they suit my speed… I can strike and retreat quickly," another muttered, tapping their pen lightly against the paper.
"Hey, what did you write?" someone asked from nearby, leaning over slightly.
