Zhou Yuxuan understood.
The Principal intended to make a show of strength in America in a way that surpassed their imagination, firmly establishing the unshakable authority of East Blade Military Academy and the Blue Star Community. He nodded silently. He had a rational idea of what was about to happen, but he couldn't help feeling a little anticipation, too.
The Star-Glitter Fighter made a slight adjustment to its course and sped toward the coast of North America.
Outside a cluster of buildings along the Hudson River that had been hastily cleared and reinforced, a delegation stood at the front, led by Charles Norton, America's Supreme Governor.
This had once been the prestigious West Hall Military Academy. It had now been designated as the temporary site of East Blade Military Academy's American branch.
Governor Norton's hair was meticulously combed, and his expression maintained the composure characteristic of a politician. But the slight tension at the corners of his mouth betrayed his inner unease.
Behind him stood several powerful military generals, along with officials responsible for domestic security and Source Energy affairs.
They wore immaculate formal attire or military uniforms, doing their best to maintain the air of a great power, but their eyes kept drifting involuntarily toward the empty sky.
A few steps away from the politicians and military officers stood another, more conspicuous group.
About thirty people stood there, led by Andre. They were all dressed in East Blade Military Academy's uniforms, with the East Blade Emblem pinned to their chests.
Andre drew a deep breath, feeling the Source Energy coursing through his body. As he recalled the long days and nights of training in Helu City, he both yearned to see the Principal again and felt a faint worry over how the Principal would face his homeland this