Precautions
(Rodova Military Academy, Practical Combat Grounds, 8:45 AM)
At 8:45 AM, Leo stepped onto the practical combat grounds, his usual military-issued robes replaced by his black Assassin attire—a rare choice, which he usually only wore during specialized stealth and mobility classes.
He had chosen this attire because he felt a sense of freedom moving within it, that he did not feel with the tight military clothes, and also because it helped him conceal weapons underneath the folds of the robe.
By the time he entered, a sizable crowd had already gathered at the practical training grounds, with the crowd's whispers immediately surging as they spotted his visage.
"He actually showed up? Damn, I thought he'd take the smart route and bail."
"Does he really think he can win? I mean, he's strong, but against a circuit team member?"
"No chance. The circuits team isn't some joke. There's a reason only ten second-years made the cut."