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."
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.
The afternoon sun slanted through the high windows of the Shinobi Academy gymnasium, catching the dust motes kicked up by two dozen pairs of scurrying feet. For most students, the end of Physical Education meant the end of the day’s struggle. For Ninja Auzhai, it was the start of a different kind of battle: the transition back to the shadows. Ninja Auzhai - After Physical Education Class
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.
Auzhai stood by the wooden lockers, his chest rising and falling in a steady, controlled rhythm. While his classmates leaned against the walls, gasping for air after a grueling hour of "Wall-Running and Projectile Evasion," Auzhai looked as though he had merely taken a light stroll. Auzhai pulled his standard-issue blue tracksuit jacket over
Physical Education was over, but for Ninja Auzhai, the real lesson was just beginning.
One second he was standing by the lockers; the next, there was only the lingering scent of ozone and the faint vibration of the vent cover clicking back into place. Auzhai wasn't being rude; he was simply existing
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.