Chapter 17 First Mock Training
- Morning dew clung to the training field, shrouded in thin mist. Kai, from the prep class, had already set up shop on the stone steps—three incense sticks jabbed into a bright red apple, yellow talismans fluttering, and vermilion ink dancing across paper in a cryptic ritual.
- His setup drew stares from passing students. A girl giggled behind her hand.
- “There he goes again, playing at superstition.”