Shanzina Merxado
My short trip on the sidewalk was… less than ideal.
The cement was cracked and the wooden railing was either partly missing with charred edges or covered in neon orange caution tape. The main road by my left was not much of a better choice, where the knights galloped back and forth. The road would challenge my balance, and I would prefer to make it to the training facility in one piece, with my two jugs of Milkea in tact.
Upon arriving at the gates, I could hear metal clashing together and hooves stomping on the hardened soil. Standing in the middle of the area beyond them were a group of students. From the training uniform they wore on their still bodies, I realized that this was Weapons Combat.