The next morning, I woke up feeling a surge of motivation coursing through me. Today was the day of the final duel, and I was ready to give it my all. I quickly put on my sports clothes and headed out for my usual 5 km walk, the crisp morning air invigorating me as I jogged through the academy grounds.
The sky was a soft blue, with the sun just beginning to peek over the horizon. My breaths came in rhythmic puffs, each step pounding the ground in a steady cadence.
The familiar path wound through the ancient trees and along the tranquil river, creating a serene backdrop for my thoughts. Running had always been my way of grounding myself, a moment to find clarity amidst the chaos.
As I ran, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts about the upcoming duel. Zaya was a formidable opponent, but I was determined to push myself to my limits. Her skills were impressive, and her strategies always kept me on my toes.
