Joint Combat Exams 3

Cricket noises filled the air in the middle of the night, their chirping a symphony in the depths of the academy's dense training forest. The usually peaceful forest had its usual visitor once again.

Swoosh...!

A deafening sound filled the air as a powerful vortex of wind swept through a dense grove of trees. The aftermath of the attack left a trail of destruction in its wake. Panting heavily, a figure stood amidst the fallen trees, surveying the damage with a dissatisfied expression.

"Only six?" he thought, his disappointment evident. The attack had managed to pierce through just six trees, a number that fell short of his expectations. As the academy's second-ranked student among the second years, William Spearshake held himself to an incredibly high standard. He was no stranger to pushing his body to its limits in pursuit of strength, even if it meant risking his own well-being.