The Challenge

After finishing their lunch, the group lingered in the canteen, unsure of their next destination. Casial leaned back against the table, his carefree grin ever-present. "So, what now?"

Aqua, unaccustomed to leisure, shrugged slightly. The rarity of having no tasks made him feel oddly adrift.

Claire noticed their indecision and offered insight. "Don't get used to this. Today was just the first day. Soon, you'll have assignments piling up."

"That's fine," Aqua replied thoughtfully. "As long as it isn't paperwork."

The four of them stepped into the sunlit courtyard, their path bordered by rows of well-manicured gardens and stone pathways that glimmered faintly from recent polishing. Claire suggested visiting the academy's expansive joint training grounds, an idea that intrigued Aqua.

"I like the sound of that," Aqua said, nodding. Seeing Aqua's approval, Casial grinned. "If Aqua's going, I'm coming too!" Emilia, though quieter, also agreed, eager to watch the three prodigies in action.

The path led them through towering archways engraved with symbols of the Arsia Empire's legacy. The training grounds stretched before them—a vast, bustling space filled with students sparring and practicing spells. Equipment lined the edges of the grounds. The grounds felt alive, buzzing with the vibrant energy of determination and skill.

Students noticed their arrival, many glancing curiously at the imperial siblings. Some greeted them formally before returning to their activities. Casial spotted Adam, their morning training partner, among a group of second-years. "Adam! Over here!" he called out, waving.

Claire, curious as always, turned to Aqua as they walked. "So, what was your sparring match like this morning?" she asked.

Aqua recounted the experience with his usual calmness, detailing the techniques and maneuvers exchanged. Casial introduced Adam to Claire and Emilia, speaking highly of his skill. Adam greeted them warmly, his expression friendly but respectful.

Amid the buzz of activity, tension crept in. Regis Wisearian, one of their classmate's older brother and second year student, approached the group. His sharp features betrayed simmering emotions beneath his composed exterior—unspoken feelings for Princess Claire fueling his every step. Regis stopped before Aqua, his voice steady but tinged with competitiveness. "You must be Aquacriddle Rein," he said, sizing him up. "Younger brother of Ray Rein. How about a sparring match?"

Aqua sensed the undercurrent of hostility in Regis's tone. When he reached out with his mana senses, he found himself unable to gauge Regis's strength—a sign that Regis possessed more mana than him. Far from deterred, Aqua felt a spark of excitement at the challenge. He nodded. "How do you want to spar?"

Regis smirked, the edge in his voice sharpening. "I heard you use a sword. Let's spar with real blades."

Before Aqua could respond, Claire interjected, her tone firm. "You shouldn't. He's stronger than you."

Aqua's expression didn't waver. With a confident smile, he replied simply, "It's fine."

The assurance in his voice visibly irritated Regis, his composure cracking as annoyance flared.