Physical Education was over, but for Ninja Auzhai, the real lesson was just beginning.
The sound was a stark contrast to the slamming of locker doors and the squeak of sneakers on the polished floor. Auzhai wasn't being rude; he was simply existing on a different frequency. To him, P.E. wasn't a grade—it was a survival simulation. Ninja Auzhai - After Physical Education Class
He reached into his locker, but he didn't pull out a backpack. Instead, he retrieved a small, obsidian-colored whetstone. While the other boys gossiped about the upcoming spring festival or complained about the cafeteria’s ramen, Auzhai began a rhythmic, silent sharpening of a small kunai he kept tucked in his sleeve. Clink. Slide. Clink. Slide. Physical Education was over, but for Ninja Auzhai,
Auzhai pulled his standard-issue blue tracksuit jacket over his mesh armor. "I didn't see it," he replied, his voice calm and low. "I felt the displacement of the air." To him, P
"Dude, Auzhai," panted Kaito, wiping sweat from his forehead with a gym towel. "Coach Tanaka almost clipped you with that training star. How did you even see it coming?"
As the locker room emptied, a heavy silence settled. Auzhai finished his maintenance and tucked the blade away. He adjusted his headband, the metal plate gleaming under the fluorescent lights. He glanced at the clock; he had exactly four minutes before his next briefing with the Elders.
He didn't walk toward the main exit like the others. Instead, he looked up at the narrow ventilation shaft near the ceiling. With a fluid, explosive motion that defied gravity, he leaped. His fingers caught the edge of the vent with a sound no louder than a cat’s paw hitting silk.