As I sprinted alongside my fellow students, the rhythm of my feet pounding against the ground matched the rapid beat of my heart. The cool morning air filled my lungs, invigorating me as I ran. Each breath was a reminder of the energy coursing through my body, a blend of adrenaline and determination. I was getting a real taste of physical magic and combat training.
The training ground was alive with the sounds of exertion—shoes hitting the dirt, the rustle of clothing, and the occasional shout of encouragement. I could see some students already tiring and starting to fall behind. We were separated into groups, each consisting of 30 students, all engaged in different exercises instructed by various professors. My group was under the watchful eye of Instructor Thrain.
