Kyoji wandered the academy grounds for a while, letting his thoughts drift aimlessly. He wasn't thinking about anything important—just letting random thoughts float around to cool his head.
Before long, it was time for his next class.
Using the academy's map, he made his way through the Elite Class training wing and stopped in front of a tall set of double doors. He pushed one open and stepped into a massive dojo.
The air inside was crisp, carrying the faint scent of sweat and worn leather.
Sunlight streamed in through the high windows, casting warm light on the polished wooden floor. Several students had already arrived and were changing out of their uniforms into black and gray training gear provided by the academy.
Kyoji quietly joined them, quickly slipping into his own set. The material felt flexible but tough—clearly made for movement while still offering decent protection.
