The classroom wasn't anything special.
It was the same four walls, smooth floor, soft hum of mana buried beneath the surface, and for some reason, no chairs or desks, only open space.
Logan stood alone for a few minutes before Mr. Joe walked in.
The man didn't greet him. He closed the door and looked around like he was checking for traps.
Logan crossed his arms. "We're still not using chairs?"
"You think you'll be sitting a lot during body enchantment?" Mr. Joe asked, walking past him.
"…Guess not."
'What happened? He seems too cold and distant.' Logan pondered for an instant.
Taking a pause, Logan didn't know where to start.
His legs had been acting strangely for a while now.
It wasn't painful, but the fact that his legs seemed to have a greater sense of danger than the rest of his body was odd.
Then there was the bird incident.
"I think there's a problem," Logan finally said. "With the enchantment."
