The sun had barely risen over the academy grounds, casting a soft, golden hue across the landscape, as Ethan and his friends arrived early for another grueling day of training. The academy, a blend of sleek futuristic architecture with hints of modern design, was already stirring with activity. Hovering vehicles zipped through the air, while students hurried to their morning routines.
Ethan, Clara, Emily, and Trevor walked together, their steps in sync. Dressed in their standard training attire—a black tracksuit with sleek, sci-fi designs and matching sneakers—they exuded a quiet confidence. The academy's vast training complex loomed ahead, a testament to the academy's rigorous standards.
As they approached the training grounds, Ethan glanced at his friends. "Ready?" he asked, his voice calm but carrying an edge of excitement.
Clara nodded, tightening her ponytail. "Born ready."
Trevor grinned, cracking his knuckles. "Let's show them how it's done."
