Ashok lifted his wrist and glanced at the watch strapped there, the thin hands ticking steadily forward. The black needle pointed clearly to the numbers—10:45 A.M.
His eyes lingered for a moment before he clicked his tongue in irritation.
He had only two classes scheduled for today, and ordinarily that would have been a blessing.
Most of the Academy's courses ran for about an hour—long enough to drain the mind or body, but short enough to leave breathing space between one and the next.
Of course, there were always exceptions. Physical Training could stretch far beyond that, just as the Compulsory Survival Course.
And now, after running twenty kilometers under the merciless eyes of Griselda and the sadistic hand of Robert, the Academy expected him to attend his second class as if nothing had happened.
Mana Control Training, scheduled neatly at 11:00 A.M. Barely fifteen minutes away.
His lips curled into a bitter line.
'Do they even think before making the timetable?'
