Morning light spilled across the coliseum, warm and golden. The crowd was louder than ever—banners waving, students shouting, everyone asking the same thing.

"Who’s making it to the final four?"

Jiwoo stood in the waiting area, sword resting at his side. His gaze followed the sunlight streaming through the glass ceiling. Calm. Focused.

Beside him, Minjae leaned against the wall, chewing an energy bar like he was prepping for war.

“Still can’t believe we’ve got class after ...