The next morning started with Sara making her usual breakfast while everyone gradually woke up. The camp had fallen into a comfortable rhythm where people did their own things without needing constant group activities.
William was under his tree practicing cultivation when he heard voices approaching from the forest. He opened his eyes to see another group entering the clearing, with their academy uniforms marking them as fellow first-years.
"Hey, is this Group 7's camp?" called out a tall guy with red hair leading the other group.
Marcus stood up from where he'd been checking supplies. "Yeah. Do you guys need something?"
"We're Group 4," the guy said while his group filed into the clearing. "Our camp is about twenty minutes that way. We ran out of medical supplies after one of our members had an accident. Mind if we borrow some?"
"Sure," Sara said while digging through their supply cache. "What do you need?"
