The next morning, after the usual clamor of breakfast, the atmosphere in the great hall shifted as the Grandmaster rose to speak once more. His voice carried across the tables with calm authority, drawing every student's gaze.
"Today, our friends from the neighboring academy will take their leave. They have given us lessons, challenges, and memories to carry forward. Let us honor them with gratitude."
A quiet murmur spread across the room, a mix of pride and sorrow. The visiting students—still clad in the colors of their academy—stood in small groups, chatting with their newfound companions, exchanging stories, laughter, and even promises to write. Some clasped hands, others traded tokens: a ribbon, a polished stone, a lucky charm that might one day remind them of these fleeting days.
