The morning hallways of the academy were already buzzing when Trafalgar and Zafira entered the history class.
Professor Rhaldrin's class was one of the more crowded ones; despite his sharp tongue and reputation for demanding discipline, his lectures were famous for being both ruthless and brilliant. Trafalgar had learned quickly that history here wasn't just about dusty old names—it often came with lessons for survival.
He and Zafira slipped into their usual seats near the middle, side by side. She leaned back casually, her gray eyes scanning the room. Trafalgar adjusted his chair, glad to finally settle after the sparring and conversations of the morning.
A familiar voice interrupted his thoughts. "Mind if I sit here?"
