Terrace Style: A Week's Worth In A Day III

The morning sun had barely begun to peek over the horizon when the students of Elderglow Academy returned to the training field.

Though their bodies ached from the previous day's grueling race, none of them uttered a word of complaint. They moved with a grim determination, every step driven by the knowledge that their trainers were no ordinary instructors.

Lord Terrace stood at the edge of the field, his arms crossed as he watched the students push themselves forward. He nodded in satisfaction; the fire of resilience was starting to burn brightly in them. "Good, good! You all are adapting fast and I am proud of you." He said with a roar, his voice reaching the ears of every student present.

His words were like dried woods being added to their dying flames, pushing the students to push further even more.