The sun had barely risen, but the courtyard outside Ravenwood Academy was already buzzing with nervous energy.
Today was the final day of the placement exams—the day of the combat exams.
Students milled about, all dressed in the standard attire for physical education classes.
The outfits were a complete departure from the usual academy uniforms: fitted shirts and pants designed for flexibility and movement, in various shades of navy and grey.
Most of the students looked uncomfortable, tugging at their clothes or fidgeting nervously.
Noah stood among them, yawning as he stretched his arms.
His body felt tense from yesterday's grueling written exams, and his mood wasn't much better.
Around him, the chatter of students filled the air.
"I swear I'm screwed," one student groaned nearby.
"Those written exams were impossible.
Did you see that last question on magical convergence theory?"
