Morning sunlight spread gently across the academy training grounds, painting the open field in shades of gold while the cool air still carried traces of the night's lingering freshness. The grounds were already partially occupied despite the early hour, a few dedicated students practicing techniques in the distance while others completed laps around the field with varying levels of exhaustion written across their faces.
Among them—
Luca continued running steadily around the outer track.
His white training clothes clung lightly against his body from sweat, strands of violet hair falling loosely over his forehead while the rhythm of his breathing remained surprisingly calm despite the intensity of his pace. Lap after lap passed beneath his feet, yet his movements showed no signs of slowing, his body carrying itself with far greater efficiency ever since his breakthrough into Core Compression.
