The train rumbled with vigor, shaking the very ground beneath it. A teenage boy, dressed in a simple shirt and pants, sat nervously. His gaze darted around, noticing several others his age—some looking anxious like him, while others stood with firm determination.
Reaching for the small pouch slung over his shoulder, he pulled out a slightly worn piece of parchment. His eyes scanned the words over and over:
"Congratulations! You have been chosen to appear for the entrance exam at the prestigious Reister Academy of Heroes. We are pleased to inform you that your efforts have borne fruit, and you now have the opportunity to become a student of this esteemed academy. We offer our blessings and hope you pass the exam with flying colors. May Tiara be with you."
As he finished reading, he looked up at the sky, its vast expanse as breathtaking as ever. A few Mulers soared gracefully above, their wings catching the sunlight.
Lost in thought, he was jolted back to reality by the train's loud horn, nearly making him jump. Taking a deep breath, he tightened his grip on his belongings and stepped forward with renewed determination!