Southern Mountain Range [1]

"Haaa! Haaa!"

Gasping for breath, I focused my eyes on the distant figure of Kai Wiseman. A faint smile began to form on my face.

It worked. He fell for my deception.

"Lucas, are you alright?"

"Bro, should we take you to the nurse's office?"

Both Nero and Kent, who stood and knelt beside me, expressed their worry as I waved my hand to dismiss their concerns.

"I-I'm okay," I managed to say between ragged breaths before turning to Nero and voicing my gratitude: "Thanks for having my back." 

"It's alright," Nero gave my shoulders a light pat before glancing toward Kai, who was already out of the training field. "I've heard of him. Isn't that Kai Wiseman?"

"Yes," I nodded, summoning the last remnants of strength in my legs to stand up. "He's the heir to the Wiseman family."

"Yeah," Nero nodded in return. "I heard he formed a clique of young nobles."

"Mhmm, they call themselves Young Elites," I replied.