Walk to the classroom was chaotic... all I could see around me were cadets.
It's not like cadets weren't always around the academy, but today felt different.
Because today was the start of the ranking matches.
Cadets from every year were gathered in clusters—some stretching, some reviewing notes, others sharpening weapons or checking their gear. There was an odd buzz in the air, like a storm was about to hit, and everyone was just waiting to see who would get struck.
Some were visibly nervous, pacing the halls with their heads down. Others walked with cocky grins, already acting like they had the top rank in the bag.
I even saw two seniors casually sparring right in the middle of the hallway—until a professor shouted at them and they scattered like startled pigeons.
Leona was, of course, nowhere to be seen.
We parted away just while ago. She said she will come to my classroom after seeing the notice of who her opponent are.
