Clash Of Wills

The next two days passed in a blur of relentless training. Every waking moment was spent preparing for the ranking matches, sharpening weaknesses, and drilling tactics into muscle memory. Team 55 had no room for errors—if they faltered in these battles, their progress would be dismissed as nothing more than luck.

Klaus watched his squad closely, noting the way their movements had become more refined. Their footwork was sharper, their reactions quicker, and, most importantly, they no longer moved as individuals. They moved as a unit.

Morning had barely arrived when they stood on the battlefield, facing their first opponent—Team 34.