Centenal

Speaking of tomorrow morning, that day came speedily. Sol awoke in the small dorm room that he was given.

He got up from the twin bed and walked to the restroom. After taking a shower and cleaning up, he wore his basic armor underneath a large black cloak.

With Black placed inside of a rag and tied around his back, he made his way outside and toward the courtyard.

It was a crisp 5:00 AM in the morning. Cold winds bit against the skin of the hundred students standing outside, waiting for the Huuns to arrive.

The sun was barely rising past the horizon, giving the atmosphere a dark gray tone.

Sol walked to the front of the crowd, many moving out of the way for him.

From his history of prowess, his demeanor, his clothing, and even down to the very way he walked--a confident, 'get the hell out of my way' type of strut--no one seemed to be in the mood to impede him.

At the front were also the members of the 7 best students.