The air outside the private training hall was a cold relief. Inside, the atmosphere had been thick with the smell of pulverized stone and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone that always accompanied Valerica's gravity. Vane walked a few paces ahead of the three women, his star steel spear collapsed into its travel form and tucked into the side strap of his bag. He could feel the eyes of the other students as they crossed the courtyard toward the commercial district. The hierarchy of the first year was a fragile thing, and the sight of the Rat leading the Sun, the Comet, and the Moon was a visual dissonance that many struggled to process.

Zenith at night was a landscape of flickering gas lamps and glowing mana crystals. The industrial magic that powered the academy hummed beneath the cobblestones, a constant, low frequency vibration that most people ignored, but Vane felt it in the soles of his boots. It reminded him of the Spiral Circulation he practiced, the way mana had to be kept in motion to remain useful. Behind him, he heard the heavy, rhythmic thud of Ashe's boots and the lighter, more purposeful clicks of Valerica's heels. Isole drifted somewhere to his right, her presence as silent as a shadow.

They reached the bustling plaza of the lower district. It was a place where the pretense of noble luxury met the reality of student hunger. Vendors stood behind carts reinforced with iron, selling everything from spiced meat skewers to deep fried dough sticks dusted with sugar. The smell of rendered fat and sweet spices filled the air, cutting through the sterile scent of the academy.

'This is the first test,' Vane thought as he scanned the crowd. 'Not a test of strength, but a test of cohesion.'

He led them to a vendor at the edge of the plaza who was roasting thick slabs of pork over a bed of mana-infused charcoal. The heat from the grill was intense, casting long, wavering shadows across the ground. Vane gestured toward a cluster of small, wooden tables tucked away in a dimly lit corner.

"Sit," Vane said, his voice level. "I am paying, so don't be modest. But remember that every copper comes out of the operational budget."

Ashe snorted and dropped into a chair with a force that made the wood groan. "Operational budget? You mean the points we just earned by smashing those clay dolls. I want the largest cut they have, and I want it spicy."

Valerica remained standing for a moment, her molten gold eyes surveying the grease stained table with a look of quiet disdain. She didn't complain, however. She sat down with a regal grace that made the cheap plastic chair look like a throne. Isole took the seat next to her, her mismatched eyes fixed on the flickering light of a nearby lamp.

"I have the audit ready," Isole announced, her voice calm and melodic. She pulled a small, silver bound ledger from the folds of her white robes. "Based on the three waves of heavy infantry golems, the distribution of contribution is clear. Vane, do you wish for the numbers now or after we have consumed the fuel?"

"Now," Vane said. He leaned back, crossing his arms. "Let's settle the accounts before the food arrives."

Isole opened the book. The pages were covered in neat, geometric notations that looked more like architectural blueprints than a kill tally. "Wave one. Valerica secured sixty percent of the field. Ashe poached two units from the eastern flank, incurring a thirty point penalty for zone interference. Vane managed the perimeter, zero points earned, zero penalties incurred. Wave two was more efficient. Valerica maintained a perfect gravity well. Ashe stayed on the orbit, earning one hundred and twenty points through clean isolation tactics. However, in wave three, the collision between the Comet and the Sun resulted in a structural damage fine of fifty points, split between the two of you."

Ashe slammed her hand onto the table. "That wasn't a collision. That was a tactical overlap. I saw an opening and I took it."

"You took my target," Valerica said, her voice like cooling glass. "I had already increased the mass of the elite unit to the point of collapse. Your intervention was not only unnecessary, it was messy. You splashed ceramic shards across my uniform."

"It's a training hall, not a ballroom, Princess," Ashe retorted, her red eyes gleaming with a predatory light. "If you want to keep your clothes clean, stay in the West Wing and read your books. In a real fight, blood doesn't care about your silk trim."

"Enough," Vane interrupted. He looked at the vendor, who was approaching with a tray of steaming meat. The pork was charred at the edges and dripping with a dark, savory glaze. Vane waited until the man had set the plates down and retreated before speaking again. "The point of the ledger isn't just to track who hits harder. It's to ensure that when we drop into Sector 9, we aren't fighting each other for the same kill. We are Rank 3. Individually, we are strong. Together, we are a mess. The ledger turns that mess into a business."

He picked up a skewer and took a bite. The meat was tough but flavorful, the spices burning the back of his throat. He watched Ashe as she grabbed two skewers at once, eating with a ferocious efficiency that left no room for noble etiquette. There was something honest about her hunger, something that reminded him of the slums he had crawled out of.

'She doesn't hide what she is,' Vane mused. 'Valerica hides behind her name. Isole hides behind her god. But Ashe just is.'

Valerica watched Ashe for a moment before picking up a small, silver knife she kept tucked into her belt. She didn't touch the meat with her hands. She sliced a thin, perfect piece from the bone and ate it slowly, her eyes never leaving Vane.

"You are a strange man, Rat," Valerica said after a long silence. "You possess a Rank 3 standing, yet you have no house, no lineage, and no visible ambition beyond survival. Most men in your position would be trying to curry favor with the Blue Tower or looking for a patron. Instead, you are trying to manage us like we are assets on a balance sheet."

"I don't have the luxury of a name, Valerica," Vane replied. He looked down at his star steel spear resting against the table. "Names attract attention. Attention gets you killed in the dark. I prefer to be the one who knows where the exits are."

"The exits are closed in the Hollows," Isole pointed out. She was nibbling on a piece of fried dough, her expression distant. "The second practical is a descent. There is only one way out, and it is through the core room on the tenth floor. The cycle of this exam is designed to filter out those who cannot adapt to the pressure of the earth."

"We will adapt," Vane said. He looked at Ashe, who had finally slowed down enough to breathe. Her silver hair was slightly damp from the heat of the grill, and she looked less like a warlord and more like a girl who had worked a long day. "Ashe, how is your internal circulation? That last jump in the hall looked stiff."

Ashe shrugged, wiping a smudge of sauce from her lip with the back of her hand. "The ribs are fine. The healers in the Red Tower are good at what they do, even if they complain about the paperwork. My mana is stable, but your gravity girl makes the air feel like lead. It wears me down faster than a normal fight."

"It's meant to," Valerica said. "My authority does not discriminate. If you want to move faster in my zone, you need to refine your reinforcement."

"Or I could just throw another rock at your head," Ashe grinned, revealing her sharp teeth.

Vane saw the corner of Valerica's mouth twitch. It wasn't a smile, not exactly, but the coldness in her eyes had thawed by a fraction. The tension that had been a physical weight between them for the last week was beginning to shift into something else. It was still sharp, still dangerous, but it was no longer aimed at each other's throats.

'This is the start,' Vane thought. 'The business is becoming a bond.'

As they finished the meal, the sounds of the plaza began to fade into the background. The students around them were still laughing and arguing about their own teams, but the table where the Calamities sat felt like an island of silence. Vane reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pouch of mana coins. He laid them on the table, the silver metal gleaming under the gaslight.

"The first dividend," Vane said. "Isole has the exact breakdown. This covers your expenses for the next week of training. Use it for high grade rations or equipment maintenance. We start the midterm prep tomorrow morning. Professor Vyla's exam is going to be a bloodbath if we aren't ready for the tactical theory portion."

Ashe grabbed her share of the coins and tucked them into her belt. She looked at Vane, her red eyes lingering on his for a second longer than usual. "You're a weird one, Vane. But your food tastes better than the Red Tower slop. I'll see you at the library."

Valerica stood up, smoothing the front of her uniform. She didn't take the coins immediately. She looked at them, then at Vane. "I do not need the currency, but I will accept the dividend as a token of the ledger's success. Do not be late for the morning session, Rat. I have no patience for those who lack discipline."

Isole gathered the ledger and followed the other two as they began to walk back toward the dormitories. Vane stayed behind for a moment, watching them go. He felt the phantom itch behind his ears, the silent call of his authority, but he pushed it down. He didn't need to steal anything tonight.

The walk back was quiet. The moon was high now, casting a pale, silver light over the white stone buildings of the academy. Vane walked at the back of the group, his eyes scanning the rooftops and the shadows between the pillars. He was still the Rat, still looking for the traps, but as he watched Ashe and Valerica walking side by side, he realized the perimeter he was guarding had grown.

'Midterms first,' Vane told himself as he reached the doors of Villa 3. 'Then the descent. One step at a time.'

He entered the villa and closed the door, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet room. For the first time in a long time, the silence of the room didn't feel lonely. It just felt like a pause before the next wave.

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