Olmo pushed the door to his office open.
The room greeted him with stillness.
Quiet.
Undisturbed.
He stepped inside slowly, closing the door behind him with a soft click. For a moment, he didn't move any further. He just stood there, letting the silence settle around him, letting the weight of the meeting finally begin to lift.
Then—
He walked to his desk and sat down.
A breath escaped him.
Long.
Heavy.
Relieved.
"…Finally."
He leaned back slightly in his chair, one hand resting against his temple. The meeting had taken longer than expected. Discussions, disagreements, adjustments—too many voices trying to shape one outcome.
But now—
It was done.
The tournament date had been decided.
One week.
Seven days.
That was all that remained.
His eyes shifted to the papers on his desk.
Details.
Logistics.
Everything that would make the event possible.
The academy grounds would serve as the main venue.
That decision alone had carried weight.
