[Rin's POV]
Light exercise, he says....
...Light exercise, my ass.
Where in the world is this considered light?
I swear, these people don't understand the definition of the word.
I was so sure we were heading to the gym. That's what Ryen said earlier—back when I tried to distract him from Leona's tomato crimes. He even looked all serious, like he had a plan.
But no.
Of course not.
Plans don't mean anything to protagonists.
Right as we stepped out of the cafeteria, he suddenly spun around with this bright, sunny smile on his face and said,"Going to the gym right after eating isn't good for digestion. How about we go for a light jog around the academy grounds instead? That'll help the food settle!"
And like an idiot, I nodded.
Because hey, how bad could a light jog be?
"Ugh…!"
Very bad. That's how.
What Ryen considered a light jog, I would categorize somewhere between military punishment and pre-death hallucination.
