The barracks are louder than usual. Boots scrape against wooden floors. Laughter echoes from one corner, arguments spark in another. The smell of bread—barely warm and already half gone—lingers in the air as cadets move freely through the open space. For once, there are no drills being shouted, no instructors watching from the shadows. Just a brief stretch of time where no one is being ordered to run, fight, or prove themselves.