Art woke up with a strained headache, yet he merely scoffed and walked out of the infirmary.
The nurses tried stopping him, their voices ringing with dozens of complaints and compliance orders, but he found their chatter a nuisance. With a flicker of annoyance, he unleashed his aura, quickly silencing them. The weight of it pressed against their throats, and not a single word left their lips as he stepped outside, where the vast night sky stretched endlessly above him.
He threw the moon a strange glance before willing his body toward the headmistress's office.
On his way, he saw a few exhausted students trudging home after a long and eventful day. He gave them a sympathetic nod as he passed, silently praying he hadn't missed his chance of meeting the Sword Saint.
"Shit… my head."
