A teenager is standing in the middle of an empty, huge room. His legs are shaking, completely drenched from head to toe.
Instructor Lilac: "It's spelling out again. You can't maintain your trance state like this. You need to control that overflowing killing intent. And what's up with these shaking legs? Don't tell me you are giving up already."
Inside the training room opposite the teenager stood instructor Lilac, who was pushing the teenager to his limit.
No. 80: "That is brutal."
No. 17: "Yeah, his training makes ours look like a picnic."
No. 18: "But he always keeps up and surpasses our expectations and the instructors."
No. 25: "Oh, he's kissing the ground again."
Instructor Lilac: "Okay, that's enough for today; everyone form a line."
All the seeds lined up in front of instructor Lilac; meanwhile, Alan dragged his battered body as he joined the rest.
Instructor Lilac: "I'm not too good at this mushy stuff, so I'm going to keep it brief.
