The docks of Pearlbay groaned beneath the weight of sea winds and whispered rumors. Lanterns swayed with their pale-blue glow, pearl dust shimmering faintly in the mist. Fishermen kept their heads low. Children stayed inside. Even the waves seemed restless, clawing against the stilts of the village like caged beasts.
Two groups walked side by side, the salt air brushing against them Team 3 and Team 9. No teachers, no safety nets, no guiding hands. Their sensei had said the words clearly before sending them off:
"You're sixteen now. This mission is yours to carry."
And so they carried it.
Team 3
Kaen Suro walked at the front, his black, spiky hair thrashing in the wind like a banner of defiance. His red jacket gleamed under the pearl-light, flame patterns licking at his sleeves. His eyes, sharp and burning, carried no hesitation. For Kaen, every step was another chance to prove his fire.
