(POV: Eirak Arcwright)
Eirak winced as he rotated his shoulder, feeling the dull ache from yesterday's fight.
That guy actually dared to beat me up...
"Haah... that bastard really left me sore," Eirak muttered, rolling his shoulder again.
Jaxar, sitting beside him in the academy's private lounge, gave him a lazy glance. "Forget it. We're in the academy now. There are rules here."
Eirak scoffed. "Rules?" He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "You think I care about that? He needs to be reminded of his place."
Jaxar sighed. He had known Eirak long enough to recognize that tone—stubborn, prideful, and itching for payback. "Then how exactly are you going to do it?"
Eirak smirked, He leaned back against the cushioned chair, crossing one leg over the other.
"It's easier to make people doubt a truth than to make them believe a lie."
Jaxar frowned slightly. "...What are you planning?"
Eirak reached for a quill on the desk, twirling it between his fingers.
