Mike folded the schedule and slipped it into his pocket. Three hours was more than enough time.
He left his room and walked down the hallway. Other doors were opening too. Students stepped out—some alone, some chatting in small groups. Most of them looked nervous or excited. A few already acted confident, like they owned the place.
Mike kept his head low and just observed.
The academy grounds were large. Training fields lay to the east, with practice dummies and weapon racks. To the west were lecture buildings and dorm blocks. In the center stood a wide courtyard where students gathered, talking and exchanging information.
Mike walked through the courtyard slowly.
"So groups are already forming," he thought. "Just like the story."
He noticed Elina not far away. She was talking to a few students who looked like commoners—simple clothes, no flashy gear. She spoke calmly, giving directions. They listened to her seriously.
"Yep. She's already leading," Mike muttered.
