Starting Class

Cruzer spent the entire day exploring the academy, his mind sharp as he analyzed every corner, every facility, and every group of students he encountered.

He was methodical, taking mental notes of the layout, the power dynamics, and the general atmosphere of the academy. It was a place where strength ruled, and the rules were more of an afterthought than a guideline.

As the day turned to evening, Cruzer returned to his room, feeling the weight of the day's discoveries.

The academy was chaotic, far more so than he had anticipated, but it also presented opportunities. He knew that in a place like this, survival wasn't just about strength; it was about knowing when to strike and when to stay hidden.

Later that night, Cruzer picked up his communication device and dialed Jean's number. It rang a few times before she answered, her voice warm and familiar.