"…"
"I know, right," Jim had to smile helplessly while the wounded master returned to sit on the bed with a strange look over his face. "This… and the dragons?" he suddenly turned to Jim, "what have they done?"
"Nothing," Jim shrugged, "aside from sending their minions after me, they can't do anything."
"Here," the master warned in a grave tone, "they can't touch you here but you have to leave the academy every once in a while."
"The war?" Jim asked.
"It's more like to be a purgatory," the master sighed while leaning his back to the bed with disturbed look over his face, "you should know how brutal that place is. Wait a minute, you know nothing about what I'm talking about, don't you?"
"Ahem," Jim cleared his throat as he felt a little awkward.
"It's normal," the master turned his glance over the two girls behind Jim, "anyway you will know sooner or later so hear it from me then. That place is a grinding ground for all of us."
