Shield River City, the Fifth Legion's encampment.
Unlike its usual grim and somber atmosphere, the training grounds were bustling with activity and a cacophony of voices today. Many off-duty soldiers and officers had gathered around the field's edge, their gazes fixed intently on the match at its center.
BAM!
Calvin's body was sent flying backward, tumbling several times across the ground before he managed to skid to a halt. Across from him, Lid remained standing, perfectly composed, his breathing not even the slightest bit disturbed.
He gave a casual beckoning wave to Calvin, who was struggling back to his feet.
"Not good enough. Again."
"You'll barely be passing when you can force me to draw my weapon."
"Hmph." Calvin wiped the sweat from his face and let out a low grunt. He charged again, leading with a Gray Eagle Slash, but was, predictably, sent flying once more.
After this repeated several more times, Calvin was finally exhausted. Then, he remembered something else.
