The morning atmosphere of Arcadia Academy carried its familiar sense of liveliness as the first rays of sunlight spread across the sprawling campus, bathing the ancient buildings in a warm golden glow. A gentle breeze wandered through the countless trees lining the academy pathways, carrying with it the fragrance of fresh grass and blooming flowers while the melodious songs of birds echoed softly through the open courtyards. Students from every year walked across the stone-paved grounds in small groups, some laughing over yesterday's events, others hurriedly reviewing notes before the morning lectures, while a few ambitious individuals could already be seen practicing sword forms upon the training fields despite the early hour.
To anyone watching...
It was another perfectly ordinary day.
Only Luca knew that it felt anything but ordinary.
