Winter was approaching the Light Tempest Kingdom
A cold wind swept through the capital, stripping the trees of their leaves and leaving them bare against the bleak landscape. In the distance, the mountains had donned their snowy caps, and the townspeople began layering themselves in warm clothing to fend off the chill.
While the country braced itself for the early signs of winter, the capital was buzzing with excitement. The annual martial arts tournament was just around the corner.
"Everyone's putting in so much effort. It makes me feel young again," remarked Xue Lan.
Lucan, standing beside her in the academy's staff room, sipped his coffee thoughtfully. "I hope they don't push themselves too hard and end up injured. The excitement is overwhelming."
The two of them looked down at the training grounds from the large window, where students, aspiring to become knights, were practicing tirelessly with swords and spears, despite the biting cold.
