As the rays of dawn squeezed through the narrow gap between the blinds of Arthur's room, the man's eyelids fluttered open. As light flooded into his cornea, he rubbed his eyes before sliding off the bed.
As he stood up, Arthur clicked his tongue.
He'd remembered a distasteful moment.
However, ignoring the faint remnant of memory he still retained, Arthur headed towards the shower. Once he'd freshened up, the crimson-eyed man slipped into one of the black tightsuits before grabbing Skofnung and heading out.
Today was his first day of training.
First, he would undergo physical training, after which the class would switch to swordsmanship. Those pursuing physical training and something else would leave after the former class concluded.
Arthur passed by a few other newbies before descending down a staircase that led to a massive field. The ground was somewhat soft, and the atmosphere was the perfect temperature for training.
