There were many things that still eluded the mercenary regarding his lost time for these past years. Truth be told, the nature of his situation was something he still struggled to wrap his head around, particularly at high hours of the night. After all, it wasn't every day that one got petrified with a spell so powerful that the only reason you escaped was by the sort of plot armor seen in your typical shounen anime. The man knew he was lucky—but 5 lost years still seemed like a very long time for him.

Throughout his journey, Kenzo had fought far and wide with numerous foes, clashing against the strongest Fiore had to offer. Even after meeting head-on Wizarding Saints and Wizarding Lords, he doubted most of them would be capable of a spell of such caliber. Alas, here he was. Left with more questions than answers with only one simple truth which remained. He still lacked power. The kind of uncontested, unfathomable strength that dwarfed any kind of foe. The kind that overpowered logic. The kind that bent reality to his will. A lofty ambition for sure; the kind for which answers would have to be sufficient for now.

It was this what inspired the blue-haired warrior to travel to The Academy. Amaforth had long since been a place for the scholarly, yet it seemed that during his time out of the country, the university had grown in prestige. Hoping he could find any hints about the magic he’d fallen prey to, Kenzo arrived during the late hours of the night after a long journey. A somber silence filled the air as he made his way through the empty gardens of the main building. The moon shone brightly in the company of the stars, lighting up the place with their ethereal, platinum light. Kenzo took a glance at the sky, recognizing a few of them.

”No sight of Vega, Deneb and Altair huh?” The man muttered to himself, chuckling as he remembered the day Rania taught him their real names; that night seemed so far away now, left behind with the merciless passage of time. As the season for the Summer Triangle had been left behind, so would the swordsman have to do with his depressing thoughts. Even if it was late, he felt restless, enough to know he wouldn’t find any sleep even if he tried. As such, he decided to do the next best thing when he needed to clear his mind. Train.

Finding a large, empty court, the man made his way to the center. The sheer size of the area felt imposing, even more so by sight of the large marble slabs that lined perfectly level against the ground. Sitting down, Kenzo crossed his legs and took a deep breath as he began to meditate. He was itching to move his body around, but unfortunately for him, he would probably have to wait until the next day to find an opponent. Someone whom he could unload his troubles against. It would’ve been far too convenient if someone had also decided to have a night training session too, right?