The atmosphere in the clubroom was alive—almost buzzing—with a strange energy. The older students looked almost proud, like hosts unveiling secrets to guests who had just stepped into a sacred circle. John, standing with arms folded and his usual boisterous grin, leaned back in his chair as he spoke.
"Our club president and the other fourth-years are always out on missions, so you won't meet them today," he announced, his voice carrying that mix of confidence and cheer that demanded attention. "But don't worry—I've got a message straight from them for you juniors."
The room fell into a hush. Even Eric, who had been smirking since introductions, leaned forward with mild curiosity. Luca's gaze sharpened. He had joined this club with no real expectations, yet the idea of hearing words from an unseen president stirred something in him—perhaps the possibility of gaining knowledge not found anywhere else.
