After everyone had finished eating, the group made their way toward the weaponry training grounds. Liam trailed behind Dylan and Asher, his usual quiet demeanor intact, and decided not to bother asking any questions. He figured he'd just follow their lead and piece things together as they happened.
Eventually, they arrived at the training grounds, but instead of heading straight onto the field, they made a turn into the boys' changing room. Inside, several students were already there, chatting and changing into their training attire.
"Oh, right, Liam! I keep forgetting you've been out for a few days," Dylan said, scratching his head and flashing his signature silly grin.
"Huh? Who cares?" Asher interjected, already halfway into his training gear. He gave Liam an exaggerated look of disdain, his lips curling in mock disgust. "He'll adapt anyway. No need to hold his hand. That's what you get for being a weakling who gets sick every other day."
