Ronan let out heavy breaths as he finished his last lap.
His lungs burned, legs ached, and sweat dripped steadily from his chin.
Conditioning.
Selene had made it clear this was only the beginning, the baseline she expected every S-Class student to meet without complaint.
This wasn't too bad.
He glanced toward the four late arrivals still running their penalty laps. They had massive backpacks draped over their shoulders carrying an unknown amount of weight.
The entire class stood along the edge of the training field, watching.
Luca ran effortlessly at the front, his breathing steady, posture relaxed, as if he were taking a casual stroll through the Academy gardens.
His pale blue hair barely moved, and his expression remained indifferent despite the extra distance.
Seraphina Valon followed close behind. Her form was perfect. Sweat dampened her forehead, but her breathing stayed even. She carried herself with the same composed grace she always did.
