In the academy, countless things were always running quietly in the background.
Subtle movements, unspoken routines, and silent power struggles—things most students never noticed, much less cared about.
But for someone like Kagami, such hidden undercurrents had become part of daily life.
"Let go of me, you bastard! There's no way I'll embarrass myself in front of so many—"
The struggling voice was cut short with a sharp thud. Kagami's hand moved almost lazily, delivering a precise chop to the back of the boy's neck. The student's body went limp in an instant.
"Seriously…" Kagami muttered, his tone laced with irritation. "Why do these idiots always show up during the most important times?"
He let out a long sigh and adjusted the unconscious student slung over his shoulder.
The boy was larger than most of his peers, but Kagami carried him with one hand as if he weighed no more than a sack of grain.
His calm, effortless strength made the whole scene feel almost routine.
