A week had finally passed, and Kairos—who had been looking forward to this day with growing anticipation—hurried out of his room as early as possible, no longer able to contain his curiosity. Today was the day he would finally receive his custom-made gauntlets, crafted by none other than the second-year genius, Melvin.
Thankfully, it was Saturday. No classes meant no drills, no lectures, and no grueling assignments. Classes had resumed for all first-year students earlier in the week, and the workload had been nothing short of brutal. The sergeants had crammed every waking hour with intense training regimens and endless materials, piling on topics they expected the students to master almost instantly.
