It took about twenty minutes in total for the students to pull themselves out of the water, throw on some clothes, and gather in the training yard.
It was a slightly easier time for the women. There were only five of them, so it was easier to distinguish their clothes from the pile and get organized. While their hair was messy, they were at least fully clothed, if somewhat uncomfortable.
The young men bustled among themselves.
For a dozen or so of them, their clothes had been cast in a pile. In the midst of their pain – and the fear of being late – they chaotically rummaged through the fabric in a desperate search for their own gear. In fact, those who got themselves together in a reasonable time frame were the exceptions.
Tang Xiao, for instance, had simply wrapped himself in two pieces of clothing; one on top, and one on bottom.
