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Kevin grunted, his cheeks lightly pushed away as Ayano moved ahead, leading them out of the dojo. As they walked through the hallways of the academy, the lingering flavors of the bustling ramen and sizzling steak from the nearby cafe still danced tantalizingly on their taste buds. The rich broth, the savory hamburger, and the aromatic spices wafting through the vibrant atmosphere continued to tease their senses, adding an extra layer of excitement to each step they took. They couldn't help but chuckle, their exhaustion from the fight fading away as laughter filled the air.

Although, their anticipation soon gave way to an unexpected sight as they entered the academy. The once lively hallways now bore the scars of recent conflicts, casting an atmosphere of solemnity and tension. The air crackled with an electric charge, sending a shiver down their spines. Intricate ninja symbols etched into the wooden panels adorned the walls, telling stories of battles fought and victories achieved. Faded posters of legendary shinobi with eyes filled with unwavering determination served as constant reminders of the path they were embarking upon.

Ayano stopped at the end of a hallway, her eyes scanning the passing students before turning around to face Kevin and Sam. "Yes, ninjas, warriors, and mages alike attend school here, just like the previous one who failed to complete it," Ayano remarked, leaving Kevin and Sam in awe. A gasp escaped Kevin's lips as the realization sank in, causing him to tighten his fists.

"How do you know that, lady? What makes you so sure?" Kevin asked, his anger evident in his tone. Ayano chuckled, patting Kevin's green hair with a playful air, causing him to take a step back. "Don't worry about it, my dear schoolboy. I have my ways. Now, let's keep moving, shall we?" Ayano tilted her head slightly, pointing them towards their destination, their homeroom class just within reach. Kevin's fists unclenched as he gasped for breath, his anger subsiding to a degree.

"Yeah, let's get going," Sam remarked, his voice laced with resignation as he withdrew his hands from his pockets, ready to continue their journey.

As they ventured deeper into the academy, the sensory experiences intensified. Kevin's eyes widened in awe as he took in the sight of strategically placed vending machines along the corridors. Unlike the typical vending machines found in ordinary schools, these were stocked with gleaming shurikens, sharp kunai, and other essential ninja tools. The sound of metal clinking and the sight of students eagerly bending down on their knees to make their purchases added an extra layer of excitement to the already charged atmosphere.

Passing by various classrooms, they caught fleeting glimpses of students fully immersed in their training. The distinct sounds of kunai hitting targets echoed through the air, punctuated by occasional bursts of elemental chakra. Each room had its own unique ambiance, reflecting the specialized skills being taught within. The faint scent of burning incense mingled with the subtle aroma of sweat, creating an olfactory backdrop that mirrored the determination and intensity that filled the air.

"This is so cool, man. This academy is unlike anything we've ever seen before. It's truly unique and worth every bit of our attention," Sam exclaimed to Kevin, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Kevin blinked in agreement, meeting his friend's gaze. "I couldn't agree more. It's an extraordinary place," he replied, a hint of wonder in his voice.

As they made a left turn and ventured farther into the academy, they could sense the lingering tension among the ninja masters. Wary glances and hushed conversations revealed the weight of responsibility that these teachers bore. The recent conflicts had strained the bonds among them as they grappled with the challenge of maintaining discipline and unity among their students. The heaviness of their expressions mirrored the gravity of the situation, serving as a reminder to Kevin and Sam that their journey would not be devoid of obstacles.

Ayano tapped on the door of their homeroom class, a smirk playing on her lips as she delivered her classic sarcastic welcome. "Here we are, boys. Your humble homeroom class," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. Kevin and Sam moved their legs and stepped forward, awaiting to finding their place in the classroom, their breaths slightly labored as they prepared themselves for what awaited them within those walls.