Leaving the building, Cain's feet stepped onto the hardened straight road, made of paved stones. His steps were light, a stark contrast to the weight of the morning's events. The calm he now felt seemed almost surreal after the tension.
Looking back at what had just transpired, he felt stuck. Half a day hadn't passed yet, but he felt days had passed by when facing those seniors. Sure, he and his comrades snatched a perfect victory, yet somehow it left a lingering bitterness in his mouth.
Cain halted his steps as a pleasant wind brushed against his skin, cooling down his heated thoughts. At this time, tension melted in his body, and the same could be said of his swirling thoughts.
He took a moment to inhale deeply, savouring the smell of dampened soil, coupled with rustling grass, soothed Cain's heavy heart.
