We had to wait nearly ten minutes before it was finally our turn to enter the arena. Two teams had been using it before us, five students against one in what looked more like a public beating than actual training. By the time they finished and left through the side gate, the sandy floor of the arena was full of footprints and snapped practice arrows.
The three of us walked inside together.
The arena felt even larger from the inside, with rows of seats climbing upward for spectators during tournaments and official matches, though it was way, way smaller than what we had at the academy. A few students from other classes lingered around outside the arena fence, watching out of boredom before heading back toward their dormitories.
Mio stepped forward first.
