With only around four days remaining until the commencement of our first semester exams, most of our class periods were free, except for the first one.
Once Liz concluded her class, we were left to spend the second and third periods as we pleased.
However, the air in class 1-A-1 was filled with the sound of pencils scratching on paper, as everyone diligently tried to study as hard as they could.
Some cadets headed to the library, while others with connections begged and cried in front of the upperclassmen to share their notes from their previous year.
Amidst the mass panic, I remained seated calmly.
In front of me, an open book about mana theory and its scientific applications was laying, though I wasn't actually reading it.
In truth, my attention was elsewhere.
Beneath the desk, I was tightly holding a sling bag in my grasp. One of my hands was inside the bag and I was channeling my mana into it.
