This place is huge… so many people.

  I glance toward a sparring match. A girl is using Light.

  Light attribute… rare, precise. Could be useful.

  The guy she’s fighting uses a Flame attribute—common, nothing special.

  I shrug and move on.

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  The training room is full of weapons—wooden, metal, various sizes.

  Interesting… seems like they take combat seriously here.

  My eyes land on a katana on the ground. I pick it up and swing it a few times.

  Not bad… childhood training still helps a little.

  A student approaches—Maniko.

  “Hey, you’re new here,” he says.

  “Yeah, just arrived,” I reply evenly.

  “Want me to show you around?”

  Curious… is he trying to manipulate me, or am I just cautious?

  “Sure,” I say, keeping my tone casual.

  He leads me through the base, talking nonstop.

  Does he ever pause? A bit naive… could be useful later.

  “What’s your name? Never asked.”

  “Zero. You’re Maniko, right?”

  “How’d you know?”

  “Your ID,” I answer calmly.

  “So, what do you think about the base?”

  “It’s… fine.”

  “Hey, there’s another spar! Let’s go watch.”

  “Alright,” I say.