Aamir walked slowly through the sprawling campus of Nalanda University, his mind racing. The Grand Selection was behind him, but the World Tournament loomed ahead like an insurmountable mountain. The streets were bustling with students, some still recovering from the grueling trials, others preparing for what was yet to come. Aamir could feel the weight of the upcoming challenge pressing on his chest.
Beside him, Raj and Kunal strolled casually, their faces set in serious expressions, though the occasional smirk flashed across Raj's face.
"I can't afford to fall short again," Raj said, his tone grim. "I barely made it through the Grand Selections. Next time, I won't just scrape by."
Aamir nodded, his thoughts aligned with Raj's. "Same here. I need to push myself harder if I'm going to have a shot at the World Tournament."
Kunal, walking just behind, shrugged. "Well, I'll be here to watch the both of you. Someone's got to keep an eye on the action."
