The first official day of their training came to an end, the sun in the horizon glowing a vermilion hue and cascading the sky in an awe-inspiring scenic beauty.
But sadly, being half dead and on an empty stomach, even the most beautiful sights of the nature fell short to these basic human needs.
Claw Zamian dragged themselves towards the dorms, their feet staggering and following Bernard. Even the strongest of their group had abandoned their pretense of having a dominant aura, rather opting to share in the wallows of the others.
'That lying bastard! First, he promised us he would let us go after the sparring sessions. But then suddenly when the last of the matches came to an end, he makes us do a few sets of body movements saying that they would come in help yue next day. And when that was done, he-- he made us run around the field for a third time!'
Meanwhile David was fuming internally, his eyes tracking Zamian's retreating figure like a madman.
