Class B's Campsite — Day 5
The sun pierced through the tall trees as birds chirped softly in the background. A row of long wooden tables stood at the center of Class B's camp, their surfaces stacked with steaming dishes and bowls of fresh fruit. The students gathered, their laughter echoing through the forest as they sat together in unity.
Lizzy, with her golden braid swinging behind her, handed out plates beside May. Both moved swiftly between the tables, serving food with practiced ease.
As everyone finished eating, Ken stepped away from the group and walked beside Lizzy, his tone low but serious.
"So... what do we do about the test?" he asked. "Which class do we hunt?"
Lizzy didn't even look at him. Her arms were folded, her eyes sharp as steel.
"Obviously, Class C or A. Going after Class D now is pointless."
"And why's that?" Ken raised an eyebrow.
