Leo followed the guard down the winding corridors, the sharp scent of polished wood and aged books filling the air. Crimson Academy was nothing like the rough-and-tumble world Leo was used to. The towering walls, the intricately carved arches, and the polished floors all seemed designed to intimidate, but Leo was unmoved. The letter from Aizen, sealed with a symbol only a handful of people could recognize, was more than enough to ensure his welcome. At least, that's what Leo thought, but he hadn't anticipated the test that awaited him.
They arrived at the principal's office, a massive door with ornate designs carved into its wooden surface. The guard knocked, and after a brief exchange, the door swung open, revealing the principal. The man stood tall, his long gray hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, sharp eyes scanning Leo as he entered. The principal was not just any authority figure; he was a hero, someone who carried weight in this world. Leo wasn't intimidated.
