Dawn.

  Irene woke up earlier than usual, staring blankly at the ceiling.

  After a while, he got up from the bed and looked out of the window.

  A familiar scene.

  A familiar room.

  The scenery that stood still, the smell of grass, the sounds of birds, everything which was boring and friendly at the same time.

  Everything he saw was the same as yesterday.

  But that didn’t feel the same in his heart.

  He quietly pondered about last night’s dream.

  ‘It has been long.’


  For the remaining ten days, he had to do his best. Irrespective of the chances of his success.

  And after a week.

  “Hmm, it’s much better to see for ourselves than to hear about it.”


  Three days before the evaluation where the fate of the trainees would be decided.

  The School Master of Krono Swordsmanship School, renowned over the continent, appeared.