A week had passed since the Orientation Exchange happened. Imperial Mystic College had already moved on…Well, at least on the surface.
The banners celebrating Lightning's victory had been taken down, replaced by new announcements for midterms among other events. Students had stopped replaying the midair steal on their tablets.
Aren had become somewhat of a celebrity on campus, which was mostly due to Daniel's influence, and frankly…his loose mouth, as now everyone on campus knows he's a Line 3 freshman.
Just really hope he kept my Bloodline out of whatever tea he's spilling.
Aren sighed as he finished his final set in the school's gym. Sweat ran down his face as he wiped it away with a towel. Physical training was grounding, a place for him to think about events.
He left the gym and crossed the courtyard toward the campus cafeteria. Students filled the outdoor seating area, whispering things back and forth to each other.
"…Ice's funding almost got cut, you know."
