Training Center

The day was still early, but the stadium was already bustling with noise, from shouts and clangs of weapons, to even small explosions. Despite - or perhaps precisely because - the Forbidden Zone being a lawless place, the rigor in the training center was harsh, more so than at the Association or top Guilds. Even from the entrance, one could smell a pungent mix of sweat, blood, mood, smoke, decay, and plenty of unidentified substances.

Blanc paused in his steps. "Boss, if you're in a hurry, should I go pick up the Fertilizer and the samples from the laboratory?" he suggested.

The advanced mask with air filter he was wearing might have blocked all the smells, but what it didn't protect him from, was the mud covering the ground. There were traces of it even in the hallway, and the main field could only be worse. Blanc's sparkling white shoes wouldn't take it too well.

"Yeah, go on." Lane gave the man a light nod. "Bring it to the office once you're done."