The morning began like any other at the Lionhart Youth Grounds. The familiar clang of practice swords and the bark of orders from instructors were absent this day. Instead, a heavy, almost stifling anticipation filled the air. It was the D-day—the day they had all been preparing for and dreading. Whispers passed through the ranks of trainees, speculating about the test ahead. Most believed it would simply be a routine trial under the supervision of the First Army, Eclair. However, as the instructors Rick and Erina approached, their expressions stern and unreadable, a sense of unease began to ripple through the group.
"Form up!" Rick's voice cut through the chatter like a blade, and the trainees quickly fell into line. His steely gaze swept over them as he spoke. "Today marks the culmination of your training. You will be tested not only in skill but in your ability to adapt, endure, and overcome. This test will determine your future, and only those deemed ready will proceed."
