He Can't Finish All of That.. Right?
The end of the third period marked the start of the Lunch break for the freshers.
'... Heh.' Mike had to stifle a chuckle when he saw his fellow students dragging themselves towards the building where the cafeteria was. Most of them looked a bit worse for wear, and he was pretty sure these rich kids weren't handling the intensity of their classes well.
From people like him who picked combat-oriented Pathways looked banged up one way or another, to those people choosing Pathways that were more in the camp of expending mental energy constantly massaging their temples or blinking a concerning amount.
Not that Mike looked great either, but by now, most of the bruises he had from his fight against the hologram had faded, and the Martial Forms of the World weren't exactly physically taxing seeing as he didn't know any.
