Arlon stepped out into the cool afternoon air, leaving the noise of the training room behind. The sky stretched above him, tinged with hues of gold as the sun began its descent.
A faint breeze rustled the treetops, carrying the distant sounds of students still training inside.
He was determined to test his abilities further—to see if his refined counterplay could hold up under more varied pressure.
PE classes were meant to provide students with the freedom to study and train as they saw fit, which meant no teachers were openly supervising them.
No one cared if someone trained indoors or outside, as long as they used their time productively.
Arlon reached a cleared, open area, the ground firm beneath his boots. Mei followed closely behind.
Sunlight filtered through the trees, casting long, shifting shadows across the ground. The setting was peaceful—but Arlon wasn't here for peace.