After submitting the club application, I decided to check out one of the club, I was most excited about. If I'm being honest, I've always had a love for swords. Who doesn't? There's even a saying: A sword is a man's romance.
As I walked through the corridors, snippets of conversation about factions and clubs floated around me. Most of it was idle chatter or debates over which club held the most prestige. I ignored it, my focus set on my destination.
The Blade Group was located in a dedicated area within the club section of the academy. Clubs like these were granted significant space, complete with various facilities to suit their needs. This one was no exception—the training grounds were massive, about half the size of the academy's main training field.
As I approached, the rhythmic sound of clashing weapons echoed in the air. Accompanying it were the sharp, determined shouts of students mid-training.
"Attack harder!"
"Again! Don't slack!"
