The Top Spot

The morning sun barely crested the horizon, casting long shadows over the Hybrid Mountain Stronghold. A chill lingered in the air, crisp and biting, as the stronghold buzzed with activity. The final day of the training camp had arrived, and everyone knew it.

Kazuichi stood near the lodge's entrance, strapping the last of his gear in place. His fingers moved quickly, but his mind was elsewhere—focused on what lay ahead. His teammates, already gathered around, checked their own equipment in silence.

Arisu tightened the straps on her boots, the slight creak of leather echoing in the cool morning air. "Are we ready for this?" she asked, glancing at the others.

Ayaka, standing nearby, gave a small nod. "We don't have a choice. If we want to win, this is it." Her voice was steady, but there was a certain tension beneath it, like she was trying to convince herself as much as the others.