Arcadia Academy – Morning, Week Four
The clang of steel echoed faintly across the empty practice grounds, but today, Luca's movements were sluggish.
His twin sabers danced in familiar arcs—well-practiced, efficient—but his grip faltered every so often. He paused, panting, staring down at his reflection in one of the blades.
"Focus," he muttered, and yet, his mind refused to listen.
Instead of sword forms and aura flow, all he could see was Aurelia's face—furious, red, stunned—and the way their lips had accidentally—
Luca shook his head violently.
"Nope. Stop. Not thinking about that. Again."
His eyes drifted down to the book lying open on the training bench nearby—the one he'd retrieved from the cave during yesterday's chaos. The hidden piece.
He walked over, wiping sweat from his brow, and stared at it.
