The sky was blue and pale.
"My name is Gronos."
There was not a single cloud roaming above.
"I am your combat instructor. The rest of your class is on holiday, and a lot of them are still in that darned entrance exam."
A small collective of people stood by a huge dominating concrete stage. Gronos, a tanned lean muscly man with a man-bun stood before them confidently.
Julius groaned as he stood right next to Gronos. Ricky was hiding behind him weakly, acting as if he was still in that form.
Savel seemed to still be in the process of recovery as she did stretches with her new legs.
"You are a fickle few today, it seems. Just how slow are this year's entrants?"
Gronos groomed his chin lightly.
Most of the class was still actively participating in the entrance exam.
Thinking to the recent exam, Julius was bummed but he merely shook it off.
Living through it was a miracle in of itself.
Gronos' face lit up.
"Ah."
