Here's the continuation you asked for, written in a grounded, anime-style tone with the requested elements and about 1300 words:
The arena was already buzzing when Class Zero stepped out of the East Wing. You could feel it in the air—tension that stuck to the skin, like static before a storm. Students from different classes were already piling in, groups gathered in small clusters, talking, laughing, some pretending not to notice Class Zero as they passed.
But the glances were always there.
Some masked with fake smiles, others blatant with unease.
Reia adjusted her jacket without looking up. "Feels like everyone's watching."
"They are," Silas muttered.
Vyn didn't say a word. She never did unless she had to. She walked at the back, silent and still like a shadow no one could touch. Lucian led the group with that same calm step, not too fast, not slow. Just steady.
Evelyn walked beside him. "They're gonna expect something crazy from us."
"They always do," he replied.
