The training ground buzzed with renewed energy.
Students rushed out of the lecture hall, excitement written plainly on their faces. The moment Zane stepped onto the field, the atmosphere shifted—like a heavy fog lifting all at once.
Ron stretched his arms.
"Finally… I thought I was going to rot in that classroom."
Lia smiled faintly, adjusting her grip on her weapon.
"It really does feel different when he's here."
Selene straightened, eyes sharp.
"Don't get careless. You know how he is."
Jax cracked his neck, grinning.
"Heh. Today's gonna be good. I can feel it."
Zane stood at the center of the field, watching them gather. His gaze moved from one student to the next, measuring, calculating. Not their strength—but their state of mind.
"Before we start," he said, voice calm but carrying easily,
"I want to see how much you've grown while I was gone."
A few students stiffened.
Ron swallowed.
"…That doesn't sound good."
Zane raised his hand.
