REINCARNATION OF THE STRONGEST WAR HERO

The sun stood high overhead, casting a sharp glow across the polished stone streets of Arcadia. A gentle breeze swept through banners and awnings, cooling the fevered excitement that had built up all morning.

The first round of the Arcadia Young Elite Tournament had ended.

Lunch hour had begun.

Crowds poured out of the arena gates—nobles making their way to grand restaurants in their carriages, while commoners trickled toward food stalls and taverns tucked into the bustling lower districts. Everywhere, a few common names hung in the air like spells:

"Logan Smith."

"Zephyr Albrecht."

"Morgan Benedict."

"Lilith Starwind."

"Prince Rowan."

"Rovan Yale."

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