The week passed in the blink of an eye.
Before Noah had fully registered it, Friday had arrived. The day of the field trip.
He had spent the week training without much rest, pushing his weapon handling and ice creation further each day.
By the time Friday morning came, he was ready. More than ready. He had even made a quick trip to the market earlier in the week to pick up a few extra supplies. Just in case things went sideways out there.
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The academy's departure point was buzzing with noise and movement.
Four classes had gathered outside nearly four hundred students in total, lined up in rows in front of their respective instructors. Class A-1, A-2, B-1, and B-2.
The sheer number of people gathered in one place gave the whole thing the feeling of a small expedition rather than a school trip.
The four instructors stood facing their classes.
Morgana, leading Class A-1. As composed and sharp as always, her amethyst eyes sweeping over her students as she counted heads.
