The morning began like any other at the Lionhart Youth Grounds. The familiar clang of practice swords and the bark of orders from instructors were absent this day. Instead, a heavy, almost stifling anticipation filled the air. It was the D-day—the day they had all been preparing for and dreading. Whispers passed through the ranks of trainees, speculating about the test ahead. Most believed it would simply be a routine trial under the supervision of the First Army, Eclair. However, as the instructors Rick and Erina approached, their expressions stern and unreadable, a sense of unease began to ripple through the group.