The sky was too blue for the madness I had planned.
I stood on the training field, hands behind my back, watching as the walking disasters of Class C trickled in. The bruised, the overconfident, and the chronically unprepared—my personal bundle of headaches.
Mira and Cassandra were still missing. Some research project or special curriculum nonsense. Honestly? Good. They had enough sense not to run into stationary objects mid-spar. The rest of these morons? Not so lucky.
"Alright, you damp socks in human form," I called out, startling Felix, "today is our first real mock battlefield exercise."
Leo groaned. Wallace squinted like I'd spoken a foreign language. Julien was already flexing like he'd won something.
I tossed a stone at him.
It bounced off his forehead.
"That was for breathing smugly," I said.
Julien scowled but said nothing. Progress.
