Chapter 111: We're Not Done with Class D
The courtyard behind the training facility was quiet that morning. The usual chatter of students warming up or practicing had died down, replaced by the steady sound of wind brushing across the grass. The semester had settled into its usual rhythm, but beneath that calm, the air felt heavy again—like something was quietly waiting to happen.
Arios stood by the side wall, running through his morning drills with a wooden practice sword. His movements were sharp but measured, each swing following a clean pattern. There was no need to rush. No need to force anything. The repetition was what mattered. It cleared his head.
He had gotten used to the quiet again, though the events with Instructor Garron had left a shadow behind. The academy moved on quickly after the expulsion, but people remembered. Whispers came and went. A few curious looks lingered on him when he walked through the hallways. He ignored them.
