Half an hour later.
The trainees were asked to retreat and rest in their temporary dorms since they will be notified of the results of the test and the classes assigned, tomorrow.
After the trainees retreated, a feast was held for the commoners, who managed to attend the event in the coliseum, while a banquet was held for the Nobles to do there political shit.
Ken, laying on his bed, began to miss the battlefield which kept him on his toes for far too long, for his mind to cope up with the peacefulness that required him to do nothing.
Many thoughts and what ifs clouded his mind which was as restless as it was when he was enlightened with his sword's path.
What if….
"Huff!" With a sharp exhale, Ken jolted off from his bed before the 'what ifs' entirely clouded his mind, and began to pace around in his silent room.
