Here's a smoother and more immersive version of your chapter while keeping your original scene and vibe:
I finally arrived at the training center. It was a massive open field with a tall building standing at the far end. Warriors trained all around the ground, and I could already spot elves and trolls scattered across the area.
The only thing I knew was that my teacher's name was Dorna.
As I looked around awkwardly, one of the elves noticed me and walked over.
"Hey," he said with a curious smile. "You new here?"
"Umm… yeah."
He tilted his head. "You don't look like an elf or a troll. What are you?"
For a second, I froze. Humans were almost unheard of here, and I had no idea how they would react. Still, I gathered my courage and answered,
"Well… I'm a human."
The elf's eyes widened.
"No way! Humans are real?!"
Before I could say anything else, he bombarded me with questions.
"Do humans really fight wars over land? Is it true you use sticks to eat food sometimes? Do humans seriously start wars for no reason?"
He just kept talking without stopping.
Finally, he paused to catch his breath.
"Oh right, I forgot to ask—what's your name?"
"I'm Fogo. Tom Fogo."
His expression instantly changed.
"A FOGO?!"
Suddenly, he shouted loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.
Within seconds, elves and trolls crowded around me from every direction. Questions flew at me nonstop like arrows.
"Is he really human?"
"Wait, THE Fogo?"
"What kind of magic do humans use?"
"Can humans really survive without mana?"
The crowd kept pushing closer and closer. I could barely breathe.
I tried squeezing my way out, but it was impossible. They surrounded me like I was some kind of celebrity.
Then suddenly—
Someone grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the crowd.
I stumbled forward and turned around to see who it was.
An elf girl stood before me.
She had long golden hair that shimmered under the sunlight, bright blue eyes, and soft rose-pink lips. Compared to the noisy crowd, she seemed strangely calm.
"You okay?" she asked gently.
"Umm… yeah."
"Don't worry," she said with a small smile. "I'm not like those people."
Then she handed me a bottle filled with purple juice.
"This should help you feel better."