The morning sun filtered through the large windows of Ninjago High, casting soft light across the polished floors. The hallways buzzed with students chatting and shuffling between lockers, the usual pre-class chaos. Among them, five students stood together, blending in effortlessly—at least, on the surface.

Kai leaned against his locker, arms crossed, his usual fiery confidence subdued. He glanced down the hallway, scanning the crowd with a practiced eye.

Kai: “Anyone else feel like today’s gonna be... different?”

He muttered, lowering his voice as he turned to the others.

Cole shrugged, tossing his backpack over his shoulder.

Cole: "It’s just school. What could possibly go wrong?”

He tried to sound casual, but the tightening in his gut suggested otherwise.

Nya, checking her schedule for the day, shot her brother a look.

Nya: "You said the same thing last time—right before we had to stop that warehouse from collapsing.”

She sighed, glancing around to make sure no one overheard.

Nya: “Stay sharp.”

Jay fiddled nervously with his phone, his free hand occasionally sparking with faint traces of electricity, quickly hidden behind his sleeve.

Jay: "I hate this. Why does it always feel like we’re seconds away from blowing our cover?”

Zane, always the calmest, adjusted his uniform.

Zane: "As long as we maintain control, no one will know. We must remain focused.”

His voice was steady, but there was an edge to it—he, too, had sensed something off.

Just then, the first bell echoed through the halls, signaling that classes were about to begin. The group exchanged a brief glance, a silent understanding passing between them. Whatever challenges awaited, they'd face it—without revealing who they really were.