Sunday morning came too early.
William woke to Kai shaking his shoulder at five-thirty again. His body protested — he'd gotten comfortable in his bed and the idea of immediately starting combat training was deeply unappealing.
"Up," Kai said flatly. "We're losing daylight."
"It's not even light yet."
"Exactly. We're losing it." Kai was already dressed in training clothes. "Move."
William dragged himself out of bed and got ready. His muscles were sore from the week of intensive training, but it was manageable. He'd dealt with worse.
They made their way to the private training rooms in silence. The campus was almost completely empty at this hour — just a few truly dedicated students already running morning exercises.
Kai locked the door behind them once they were in the training room and immediately moved to the center.
