A Gift?
"And that will be it for today's lesson. If you feel like you're too injured to go to your next lesson, go to the infirmary, but make sure you collect a slip so that you can be excused for coming late to your class." She said, and Mike was a bit surprised by her tone.
During the 'lesson', it felt like she'd eat him if he looked at her wrong. Now, though, he felt like he was looking at the same disheveled woman he saw in their storage room who seemed too casual to be bothered by anything.
Moreover, the snake around her neck seemed to relax when this was the case, making him wonder what that was about.
'Weird.' He scratched his head and looked at his fellow students, most of whom were groaning and grunting as they dragged their battered bodies out of the training hall.
Mike was about to follow suit, intending to make use of that brief period of time he had between each class to get there without being late. However...
