In a fairy tale, in a novel, or in a tavern story, I would have woken up after hours, or they would have poured a bucket of cold water on me, and then my teacher would have comforted me with a formal presentation; however, it was the terrible pain of a kick to the stomach that sent me rolling several meters, waking me up suddenly.
It was not the ideal way to wake up, but without even opening my eyes, I stood up, trying to be as formal and polite as possible. Bowing, I said:
"I'm Leira; what should I call you?" The blow I received on my cheek sent me spiraling to the ground three times... If it weren't for my improved body, my neck would have broken at that very moment.
