My body was already sore, my mind was already fried, and now I was being lectured by two people who looked like they were born with perfect technique.
Leona narrowed her eyes and took a stance next to me. "C'mon, Rin. You're the one who went into dungeon yesterday. Now keep up, hero boy."
I groaned, adjusting my grip on the training dagger as sweat dripped down my temple.
"Can't I just go back to being a side character…?" I muttered under my breath.
But deep down, I already knew.
That ship had long sailed.
...And here I was, hoping for a moment of rest—but clearly, 'rest' wasn't in my dictionary anymore. Only rest in peace, maybe.
They said this would be a light exercise.
But clearly, these so-called 'genius' cadets didn't understand the meaning of light. Or they had their own twisted version of it.
"Rin, I'm going to swing again. This time, don't block—try to deflect."
And there it was again.
