Unknown Captain

[POV Kael]

CLACK -CLACK

The rhythmic clashing of metal echoed through the academy's training grounds as Kael walked.

Among them, a lone figure moved with sharp, disciplined grace. Lumia.

Even on a holiday, she was training.

Kael watched her for a moment, her sword slicing through the air with precision, her form unwavering.

She was completely focused, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead, her breathing controlled.

"Hey, Lumia," Kael finally called out.

She finished her last strike before turning to face him.

"Hii," she said, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand.

Kael folded his arms. "You really don't take breaks, huh?"

Lumia smiled, resting the tip of her sword against the ground. "I could say the same about you."

He smirked. "Fair enough."

A breeze passed between them, carrying the distant sounds of students chatting and training.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.