Combat class

Silas and Angelica walked together toward the combat hall, their footsteps echoing in the corridor as the anticipation of their next class hung in the air. Silas noticed Angelica seemed quieter than usual, but he chose not to press her. If there was something on her mind, he trusted she'd speak up when ready.

As they entered the hall, the distinct scent of sweat and polished wood greeted them. The space was vast, with high ceilings and padded floors marked with faint scars from countless battles. In the center, a large platform served as the stage for duels. Around it, students in their red gis stood in a loose circle, their attention focused on the two figures already locked in combat on the platform.

"Looks like we're a bit late," Angelica murmured, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the fighters.