After finishing my meal and finding a possible way to secure that meeting with the principal, all I needed to do was follow through.
There was no point hesitating anymore. Thinking without acting wouldn't save anyone. If I wanted answers—if I wanted to move forward—I had to put my plan into motion.
I left the cafeteria and headed toward my next destination: the training ground.
The sound reached me before the sight did. The rhythmic clashing of wooden swords, sharp commands barked by senior students, the dull thuds of bodies hitting the ground. When I arrived, the wide field was already bustling with activity. Swordsmanship students from different years were scattered across the grounds, paired off and sparring under the afternoon sun as if nothing in the world was wrong.
Here I was, facing the biggest problem of my life—my friends imprisoned, my future hanging by a thread—while for them, it was just another regular day of attending classes.
Life really is unfair.
