A young man strode across the training ground, his shoulder-length black hair cascading down and shimmering with a light shade of dark violet under the sun.
His authoritative aura and a gaze filled with superiority compelled the crowd to step aside, clearing a path for him as he made his way forward.
As he moved forward, his unbuttoned black blazer, along with a red tie over a black shirt—the standard academic uniform—swayed rhythmically.
With each step that he took, his teal-blue eyes fluttered across the training field in search of his intended target.
Trailing closely behind him was a group of cadets, around twenty in number, each exuding a similar air of authority, albeit less intimidating than the young man leading the way.
–"Hey, isn't that Kai Wiseman?"
–"Look at those teal-blue eyes! That's definitely a Wiseman, alright!"
