Only two days remained until the Inter-Academy Competition.
The pressure surrounding Celestias Academy had become impossible to ignore.
Students trained until their muscles screamed.
Professors pushed their disciples beyond their usual limits.
Rankers from every year spent their days discussing formations, studying opposing academies, testing their skills, and preparing for the battles ahead.
No one wanted to fail.
Not with Athena's threat of expulsion hanging over them.
Not when their futures, reputations, and positions within the academy were at stake.
And within the eastern training grounds, one particular group was being pushed harder than anyone else.
Arthur ran.
He moved around the vast training field at full speed, his black shirt clinging lightly to his body as the wind tore through his dark hair. His crimson eyes remained focused ahead, and his breathing stayed controlled despite the countless laps he had already completed.
One lap.
Then another.
Then another.
