Instructor Torquad exhaled as he took to the podium. One arm behind his back and his other, occupied with his sword.
"Alright, enough."
It didn't take much persuading for the Cadets to follow his instructions.
Some collapsed, many fell on their bum and a few placed their arms on their knees, panting heavily. Only a significantly smaller portion actually stood without an ounce of fatigue.
This included Luca.
'I wonder how I would have fared if I had not gone for that exercise yesterday.'
It wasn't just a curiosity at this point.
There were many with Synchrony scores between ten and fifteen, and even they were tired after just fifteen minutes of practice.
The reason was simple.
Their real strength wasn't in their scores. They were not attuned, yet and Luca was.
"It seems like you don't realise the disparity of the situation, despite being aware of it."
Torquad's voice pulled the attention of everyone present.
"We were told to instruct you all…"
