Allen knew this was his chance.
Maybe the Professor had finally realized that Allen wasn't cut out to be a defender. Or perhaps he thought Altia wasn't the right choice for the lead attacker?
He wasn't trying to judge anyone. He was just going over all the possible reasons that had brought him here—standing before the Professor, who had tasked him with protecting three students from being captured by the so-called terrorist: Adrian.
The other students who had come to train were now watching closely. All eyes were on this test.
But Allen was slowly getting used to having people around, watching him. The weight of their eyes no longer made him freeze.
This time, he was ready to give it everything he had. He wanted to prove himself.
"Are you ready?" Adrian asked.
Allen looked over his shoulder at the three students behind him.
They stood still, spaced out at a safe distance from each other.
Allen tightened his grip on the wooden sword and gave a firm nod.
"Yes, I'm ready."
