The morning mist still clung faintly to the grass of the training ground, soft threads of white curling in the air as the sun stretched its first golden rays over Arcadia's rooftops. Steel clashed in the distance where other students sparred, but in the quieter corner where Luca stood, the air carried a different kind of tension.
Eric adjusted his sleeves, curiosity shining in his eyes as he leaned slightly forward. Beside him, the Saintess folded her hands delicately, her serene expression marred by the faint downturn of her lips.
Big Bull, true to his name, gave a hearty laugh that echoed across the field, scratching the back of his neck as if none of this mattered at all.
"So everyone," Luca finally said, trying to ease the mood with a small smile, "this is our fifth team member—Selena Weiss."
