The whispers grew louder.
"Is he in the advanced class for Combat Conditioning too?"
"Looks like it. The instructors didn't say anything, so he must belong here."
"That's insane. He just joined today…"
Malakai ignored every word.
His attention, instead, was grabbed by the absurd scene unfolding just beside him.
Just a few steps away, another youth was whispering, but it wasn't to anyone.
It was to… his stomach.
"Just hold on a bit longer, alright?"
The boy whispered seriously, placing both hands gently over his midsection like he was consoling a wounded comrade.
"I swear, I'll get you something after this. A real meal. Not air."
His stomach grumbled loudly in response, earning a few glances from the surrounding students.
But the boy simply nodded solemnly, as if an agreement had been reached.
Malakai blinked. What the hell had he just witnessed?
Before he could look away, the boy suddenly turned toward him, catching Malakai's stare and looking completely unbothered.
