Crimson Vale Academy – Sports Festival Grounds
The sky blazed gold as morning light spilled across the freshly marked field. Streamers danced in the wind like fluttering war banners, casting a vibrant palette of red, blue, and silver over the academy's vast sports complex. The air hummed with tension — students bustling in white shirts trimmed in navy blue, trousers neat and clean, insignias glowing with pride. The war of athletics was about to begin.
Referees adjusted clipboards. Megaphones crackled. Students stretched, jogged, whispered strategies. This wasn't just sport — this was reputation. Power. Class standing.
And at the heart of it… Class D.
They stood unified, outcasted but unwavering. Riven tied his headband. Aria folded her arms, eyes locked forward. Kairon… as always, stood apart, hands in his pockets, calm like a ghost in a battlefield.
Then came the call.
"Boys' 100-meter dash. To the track."
The crowd shifted, the cheers building like a slow drumbeat.
