The Fruit of Trust
The group returned to Amethyst Summit Division and the place became peaceful.
It was a different kind of silence from the stillness of battle's aftermath.
This was home.
The mountain mist rolled gently through the Academy Premises, touching old pines and cliffside stone. Distant cranes cried once in the clouds. The air felt washed clean after the thunder of the Martial Meeting.
Back at Amethyst Summit Division, the restless energy slowly dispersed.
On the north mountain, the renovation of the training hall was almost completed.
The new structure rose with quiet dignity, timber beams catching afternoon light, formation markings half-inscribed across the courtyard floor.
As soon as he returned to Amethyst Summit Division, Harry Taylor went to the north mountain alone to continue supervising.
He had changed.
Even Leon noticed it.
No complaints.
No laziness.
Only action.
