The morning breeze was light, brushing through the trees as Noah and Arlo walked side by side along the cobbled path that curved toward Arena C.
The sky above the Royal Academy was clear, the kind of day perfect for sparring under the sun. Their uniforms were crisp, their boots thudding against the stone.
Combat Fundamentals.
It was their only class today.
"I still can't believe we're learning how to fight already," Arlo said, hands tucked into his pockets as he walked, his blindfold a fresh blue today.
Noah gave a small nod. "About time."
They turned onto a wider path, and the large structure of Arena C came into view. Unlike the duel arena Noah had fought Ben in, Arena C was less flashy, with lower stands.
It was a more practical building with a domed roof that could be retracted. It was built for training, not performance.
Arlo glanced at Noah. "So, what're you doing with your two days off after today?"
