The morning of the competition dawned bright and clear, the sun casting golden light across the academy grounds. The air was electric with anticipation, the buzz of excitement palpable among the cadets gathered in the main square. Banners fluttered in the breeze, and a large platform had been erected at the center, where the headmaster and several instructors stood, their expressions stern and imposing.
The interclass competition had finally arrived.
Nero stood among the crowd, his gaze sweeping over the sea of faces. Cadets from every class, from the lowest to their elite S-class, were present. They were all here for the same reason: to prove themselves, to earn glory, to climb the ranks. The competition was simple in its rules, brutal in its execution.
