Eleanor stretched her arms and legs, rolling her shoulders, then dropped into a series of swift movements. She struck the air with a few sharp punches, followed by precise kicks, each blow cutting cleanly through the space. After several repetitions, she paused, satisfied. The uniform moved with her effortlessly… no stiffness, no resistance. It flexed like her own skin, giving her strength without taking any away.
In her mind, Nora's voice stirred. "I think every piece of this uniform is recyclable, even environment-friendly. But, Master… that strange energy I sensed earlier, it's still here. It's woven into your clothes as well. I cannot relate it to any force I know."
Eleanor exhaled softly. "Don't worry. If the academy meant us harm, they wouldn't bother dressing us for war. Most students here are from renowned families… they represent the best of this world. The academy wouldn't dare risk losing them."
