The days following Team 55's remarkable victories against Teams 34 and 27 saw a palpable shift within the walls of the White Lion fortress. Whispers accompanied Klaus everywhere he went, speculative murmurs among soldiers who once dismissed his team as mere upstarts. Yet, Klaus paid it no heed. Reputation meant nothing without strength to back it up, and he had no intention of allowing his squad's newfound fame to breed complacency.
Early that morning, under a pale dawn sky, Klaus stood at the edge of the training yard, silently observing his teammates as they prepared for their daily regimen. Alexandra was busy helping Finn adjust his stance, her newly stabilized cyan core radiating confidence. Nearby, Juron joked with Darius, their camaraderie stronger after recent battles. Nolan stood slightly apart, practicing precise sword forms, his expression fierce with concentration.
Despite their success, Klaus understood their training was far from complete.
