First day of school as classes as finally started to commence. The morning sun spilled its golden rays across the wide training grounds of B-Class, painting long shadows on the rough stone pavement.
The building itself stood like a stoic veteran—weathered, scarred, and solid. Unlike the polished marble corridors of A-Class, B-Class had a raw, untamed energy about it. The air buzzed with the hushed murmur of students, most of whom had already gathered in clusters, some stretching, others sparring, and many whispering as they eyed the newcomer.
Kaidën Valtorin— the Blindfolded Fighter
He walked in alone, his dark cloak trailing behind him like a shadow. His presence sent a ripple through the atmosphere, but he neither flinched nor acknowledged it. His eyes were calm, too calm—like still water that ran dangerously deep. He looked around briefly, scanning the space not out of awe, but calculation. He moved to a quiet corner and sat down without a word.
Whispers started immediately.
