4:00 PM, the military academy bustled with activity. A sore figure inched towards the Indigo Building, situated in the Psychic Block. She had long hair that reached her hips, braided into a sturdy looking rope, displaying her hair density, showcasing her vitality.
The girl wore a tracksuit, sporting traces of tears in the areas of her knees, and elbow. Her actions were slow, akin to a crawl, her walking pace bordering around a motion fuelled by sheer willpower. She gazed at the staircase, letting out a growl, expressing her frustration.
The girl paused before the flight of steps, regulating her breath, trying to muster some strength to climb. She raised her right leg, craning her body forward, placing the lifted leg onto the first step, hissing in pain.
He hands shot towards the handrail, grabbing hold of it, stabilising her footing. She then exerted some strength in her hand, pulling her body forward, using the motion to take another step.