Classes went by, Julius' grades stayed down.
Other than hanging with Yevian and going to the board game club the only noticable event was when he trained with Sunday using the spear of Raktar.
A random morning in combat class had Julius standing opposite Sunday, gripping his newly acquired spear, Raktar. The weapon was broken—unstable—but he hadn't realized just how dangerous that made it.
"Alright, Julius," Sunday said, rolling her shoulders. "Show me what you've got."
Julius took a deep breath and lunged forward, aiming a precise thrust at her. The moment he exerted force, Raktar flared violently—an unexpected burst of energy exploded from its tip, sending a shockwave directly toward Sunday's head.
Crap. I almost killed her?
She barely managed to twist out of the way, the force of the blast whipping her hair as she landed a few meters back, eyes wide with shock. "You almost took my damn head off!" she barked, then immediately dashed forward.
