"Ow! My poor back…" I muttered, rubbing at the area that felt hotter than the rest of my body. It was probably bright red by now.
Child abuse!
No matter how you looked at it, this was undeniably child abuse!
If we were on Earth, I would have reported that guy and sued him ten times over for the brutal 'love' he forced on me. Unfortunately, we weren't on Earth, and I was already over eighteen, so I couldn't even claim to be a child.
Still, it should be possible to lay down a complaint!
"Curses!"
Clicking my tongue, I weakly dragged my aching body toward my last class of the day, Mystical Engineering.
I was genuinely interested in this course. Unlike physical fitness, which left me battered and humiliated, Mystical Engineering promised the kind of ingenuity I craved. It revolved around coding reishi into objects to produce effects, but not in the way spells worked.
