The next morning, the academy returned to its usual rhythm—training sessions, lectures, and students preparing for their next challenges. But for Cruzer, today held a different significance. Today, he was meeting with Nina Hazerlink. His master.
He had expected this meeting the moment he returned from the tournament. Nina wasn't the kind of person to let something as monumental as her disciple's victory pass without a word. He had received a simple message the night before: "Meet me at the training hall at sunrise." No explanations, no formalities—just a summons.
Cruzer arrived early, stepping into the training hall as the first light of dawn painted the academy grounds in shades of gold. The hall was mostly empty, save for a few lingering echoes of past battles. Weapons hung on the walls, dummies stood in silent readiness, and the air smelled of steel and old wood.
Then, he felt it—a familiar presence.
A blade's edge brushed against the nape of his neck.
Cruzer didn't flinch.
