"Are you guys ready? Yea? We'll start then." Monica Ross' cheerful and crisp voice rang out, following which the students felt a wave of mana seep into their clothes before a sudden weight suddenly acted upon their bodies.
It was then the students realized that their uniforms also served as training gear. But their professor barely gave them any time to adjust before she commanded.
"Run. You are to run till I tell you to stop."
At this point, the students had already judged the woman before them to be a crazy one who was obviously deriving entertainment from their suffering. They wished to stand up to this battle-crazed maniac and complain about the training arrangements, but they could all instinctively tell that she was counting on their complaints.
And that whoever did step up would have quite a bit of suffering to go through. So none of them did, nobody wished to become the scapegoat after all.
