As the rays of the morning sun began to peek over the horizon, Wu Xie entered the academy through the secret cave entrance.
The cool morning air was filled with the scent of dew-kissed grass and the faint hum of awakening wildlife.
His mind was buzzing with thoughts of the mysterious Paramecia Fruit, the magical pouch from Master Fu, and the wild martial arts training he had just experienced.
As he approached his room, his heart raced with anticipation, the morning light casting long shadows in the hallway.
Just as he was about to slip inside, the doors to the rooms beside his burst open, and out stepped Minjun and Dan.
They were both dressed in their morning training cloths, their hair still damp from their early morning wash. Their eyes, sharp and alert, narrowed suspiciously as they laid eyes on Wu Xie, who felt as though he had been caught red-handed.
