Transmigrating as an Extra, But the Heroine Has Regressed?!

I stepped out into the morning sun, my boots crunching lightly on the gravel path.

The warmth on my skin felt foreign—comforting, unreal.

If possible, I would have liked to rest and collect my thoughts, but I didn't want to worry my parents.

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Moreover, today was the first day of school, and I didn't want to miss it.

"It's really the same!"

Every detail of the city—the cobblestone streets, the smell of baking bread, the morning chatter of shopkeepers—felt like pieces of a dream I thought I had lost forever.

Once again I realized that I had indeed traveled back in time.

Soon enough, I reached Arcadia Academy.

The Arcadia Academy gates loomed ahead, just as grand and intimidating as I remembered.

The tall spires, the pristine white stone, the silver banners fluttering in the breeze—all a far cry from the bloodied battlefield it would one day become.

Just as I took my first step toward the entrance, a familiar voice rang out.