Classes were back to normal—or as normal as they could get. Eyes followed Damian as he moved through the hallways, Toph walking confidently beside him. The little elephant now carried himself with an air of dignity, refusing to be carried around anymore. He considered himself all grown up—or at least that's what his smooth, tiny brain seemed to believe.
Inside their room, however, Toph was the same as always. Still, he now had the stamina to keep up with Damian's pace while walking. Damian was just happy that the attention in the hallways was shared between the colorful elephant and himself.
Aside from the occasional head-turns, Damian didn't receive much attention. It seemed that a week was all it took for most teenagers to forget significant events. After all, aggressive duels weren't uncommon here. The community challenges and friendly duels didn't draw much attention—it was the intensity of the fights that stuck out and people lashing out and challenging others.
