The brisk December wind bit into Scarlett’s cheeks as she jogged across the academy grounds, making her way to the outdoor training arena.
Two weeks had passed since she arrived at Wellington Military Academy, and each day brought new challenges. The past fortnight had been filled with grueling drills, combat lessons, and endless tests of endurance. Yet today felt different—buzzing with anticipation.
The juniors were instructed to gather around the sparring arena to observe the seniors’ combat tests. Scarlett could hear the murmur of voices as the crowd thickened, juniors jostling for spots near the front. The seniors’ sparring matches were legendary at Wellington—raw displays of strength, skill, and determination.
As Scarlett finally found a place to stand, the first match began. Two
