Later that night, Victor sat cross-legged at his desk in the corner of their dorm room with his head bent over his phone.
He edited snippets from the morning's brutal rock climbing routine and his lectures, especially the floating platform exercise.
The edits weren't raw footage, of course. He digitally masked everyone's faces, added animated overlays, and converted the whole thing into a stylized 3D reenactment that gave the illusion of a fictional battlefield training.
Just as he was piecing together his intro transition, the door clicked open.
Kairo stepped in.
Victor's eyes widened. He swiftly cloaked his phone and camera with a soft layer of qi and moved a notebook over the device just as Kairo stepped in.
Kairo looked exhausted but composed. He glanced at Victor, then narrowed his eyes.
"Whatchu you up to?"
Victor stretched lazily. "Just organizing my lecture notes. You disappeared yesterday."
